How Fickle

How fickle, how fickle the hands of time
That rob us all of life divine
That takes our youth as if misspent
Like the passage of moments
That do not relent
An hourglass of what has been
That filter through as if a dream
Faces come and faces go
To what end we do not know
But still we march without remorse
For we are on a lifetimes course
What will we say when reach our end
That all of life is just pretend
While waiting for our star.
PTT