Some say time is an illusion,

But I believe this not to be;

For time is present everywhere,

And waits to swallow you and me.

 

Replacement is the key to time;

Others step in as it rolls by:

Our school, our work, our love, our home –

These possessions appear to fly

 

Into the lap of someone else,

Who takes your desk and house and bed,

While you have seen the years consumed

And now look on, unfit or dead.