Time

time is a thief and a pleasure
it carves its name into our very being
etching its initials throughout
our lives
it steals youth but in turn
gives wisdom
it makes us worried yet excited
it molds us into who
we are and who we're bound
to be
it crouches down and
leaps on us at the worst times but
also
gives us the best
times
time is my friend and my enemy
gentle yet abrupt
and it drapes over us forever

trying to think of new poems

thinking of new poem ideas is never easy! especially not for me who has a lack of good ideas in the noggin. if you have any ideas please let me know asap