Time Passing

The beginning has no time nor no end and in between there is life, oh so sparingly.

Time Passing
Given cradle, the starting place,
Where rushing life is the onward race,
Not knowing the ultimate goal;
When, in a castle of the blest
Time leaves to its eternal rest
The weary soul.
Time stealthily steals from life
And gives in silence to one and all
The swollen tears of fate
And ultimately, the strongest fall.
Time brings in heavy weight
Swinging wide its outward gate
To weary age.