The seconds are ticking away <br />And the minutes are crawling behind me <br />Time is running out <br />We've all been set to self-destruct <br />And the countdown begins <br /> <br />I look at my reflection <br />It's just another illusion <br />Because deep down I know I'm decaying <br />Beneath my skin I'm slowly fading <br /> <br />Now we might as well make this worthwhile <br />Help rebuild what you defiled <br /> <br />There's only one shot at this <br />So take aim and shoot high <br />Let's make a difference before we die <br /> <br />This disease of time is eating away <br />I feel weaker day after day <br />crawling deep within <br />never showing it's face <br />but it flaunts it's grin <br />to reassure our fate<br /><br />Devon Tremblay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-father-time-3/
