Time Poem by Cooper Gilliland

What darkness closes in to steal your breath?
In anger, when love's sweet refrain is gone
And talk turns from lightheartedness to death
As Time, that cleaver thief, robs our years to pawn.

While life, oh life, ebbs slowly, ever onward, and away.
The consummation of years forever burning,
And wasting, yet for one more chance you prey:
To take the clock's hands, and quickly turning

Slip into memories of a better time
When joy and love, hand in hand, ran free
Unblemished by the darkened layers of grime,
Still shining of love for you, from me.

As long as my mind can hold this thought,
Death will lose its sting, and pain will matter not.