Time Bandit Poem by Charles Hancock

We can't stop the time bandit
From snatching the sands of time
Like rain and wind on granite
Mother Nature's merciless crime

Our first year is in the past
Never knowing day to day
When I will hold you the last
As time keeps dwindling away

Each and every moment with you
Is a pleasure and a blessing
My days left on earth may be few
For time keeps progressing

Be it a single day, or a week,
Or a year, or many, many more
Even if I become an antique
I'll love you with an underscore

So, let's have a drink to year two
Followed by a hug and a kiss
I'm positive it'll be deja vu
Winks, smiles, laughter, and bliss