Time Twice Over

Time Twice Over

Flowing through the passages of old,
Brushing its wings against ancient places,
Laying to rest the old and dying,
Giving each new life hope and love.

You may ask of what is it I speak,
The answer is quite simple, though not many acknowledge it,
It gave you hope at the time of your birth,
That is what Time did.

Not many acknowledge that Time is everywhere,
Creating and destroying lives,
Holding dear its children and peoples,
Mourning over the long lost.

Time has wings,
Floating through all eternity,
Passing through different ages,
Re-living every finest detail of its happenings.