Time

I ride upon the whispering wind,
I float upon the musty air;
I am time, and time can wait,
Time is everywhere.
You may curse me,
And call me foe,
When in truth I am your friend,
Who else will draw the curtain close,
When life comes to an end?
Seconds tick, I will wait,
Years pass, and I am there,
I press the wrinkles into your face,
And put strands of silver in your hair.
Yet time is weary, time is old,
So many wonders I have watched unfold.
Time welcomes death like an old friend,
But time must never truly end.
So there is still time,
There is always time for time.