Man uses his own time, but time waits for no one.Time moves inexorably on and on unmindful of the myriads of scenes
it passes through.
It does not stop or pause to even consider the most devastating
events that unfold as it goes along its way.
No one can stand the ravages of time.
Monuments and dreams crumble along its precise and unswerving
paths.
Kings and despots, rulers and monarchs, peasants and non entities
alike,
They all go down the sands of time when their allotted times have
run out.
Who can say, "I have conquered time?"
Who can say, "I have mastered its ways and unstoppable surge?"
When we were younger, it seemed that time was inexorably slow.
We wanted it to run faster as we eagerly anticipated adulthood.
As we grew older, we sensed that time was running so fast, we could
not keep pace with it.
We somehow prayed that it would slow down as we denied from our
minds our eventual demise.
What has been done cannot be undone.
What has been recorded in the sands of time can no longer
be erased.
And as we feel the vital energies being slowly drained from our
mortal bodies,
We take a final glimpse of the ravages of time and finally
acknowledge that,
Man uses his own time, but time waits for no one.
Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper
