Time's Testament

Time: The Testament
Time gives us proof by wrinkles,
in our face and other places;
we move on, we grow.
Don't know about you,
but forever seems excessive.
I'd rather hold my life's,
highlights in a tight silken sack,
and revisit them, immortal;
playing marbles with Gods,
and fearing them also.
Don't know about you,
but I'd rather die altogether,
rather than remember,
hopefully, oversexed, but,
more than likely,
left vexed,
this life,
so close,
yet nowhere,
near.