Sands of Time

I know sands of time

will devour this rhyme.

Life in decline,

so many left behind.

Floating on egotism,

the universal schism.

The primary criticism

becomes a pulmonary embolism.

You vociferate,

always deliver hate,

and never deliberate.

You don't consider it,

your actions aren't deliberate.

But that doesn't make it okay.

Do whatever to get through the day.

Mind in a haze,

life's just a daze.

Look up and it's all passed by,

will your final moments see you cry?

Live a life worthwhile,

live life with a smile.

Go the extra mile,

give opinions but don't revile.

Be versatile,

always try to reconcile.

Stay a little juvenile.

Beguile with your style,

but always know

when to let go.