I'm sorry I have to reposted, I had to rework it for better meaning continuity and flow of speech. Time pulls life by its hand and she's gliding along, to see, to sense to enjoy, proliferates with pride, but..... it's waning too, breadth after breadth spent. Doesn't know, time doesn't tell her it's being ebb away, cheats on young life's careless richness, don't t feel time an enemy. Young minds don't know what's thirty, forty,fifty years, they go along, they have plenty to spend. As life is waning, lessens, feels lighter, and counts her breadths fewer. Humbled then, pulls her hand, but the grasp is tight, it's late. Time, is dragging her now, time and life are one, it's nature's destiny. The mountains and the seas, the sun and the stars sent time away, life didn't learn it, nor did curing wane. Nature faulted on life, created her bittersweet. Thieves, time and demising death, you're stealin...