There it Goes....

Time is a thief
Silently stealing moments
From a life fallen into
And not chosen.

Each second melts into days,
Years ticking by
With the second hand
Of the clock in the hall.

How do we catch
Time without remorse?
It slips thru
Cupped hands like water.

The only trace of it
Are the lines in the mirror
And the echoing regrets of
Taken for granted moments
That are never restored.

Time is a thief
Of forgotten chances.
Life is a moment
Of our own ignorance.