Time's Way Poem by Josh Alfred

Jutting out, wrinkles on my face.
Are you in it to win it, with a pace and a chase?
What we produce becomes waste
Complete or as empty as space.
Moving on, as time will erase.

Dead now, whom I once embraced.
Couldn't savor what I tasted in haste.
Dissolving, obliterated, coffin encased.
Removed, out, ceaseless the race.
Moving on, as time will erase.

Excising myself from the fates
No renewal, just gruel, slime on their plates.
Slipping away, soil awaits,
Just the same, for all the primates.
Moving on, as time will erase.