Time waits in a jungle lair 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

Time waits in a jungle lair
Sleeps in the misty forgotten air
Waits for no man to stop and stare
These jungle vines of time
Wrapping gently the forest of all existence
With their eternally reaching fingers
Shrouding all they see
In a warm blanket of impermanence
The throws of all human thought
Towers and castles men have wrought
Empires men have sweat for and bought
All have died and come to nought
Embracing the reality of lost humanity
Men turn their heads preferring mental insanity
Stare into mirrors and turn to greed and vanity
But the regularity with which the drum beat tolls
Befuddles both men and trolls
The most predictable reality the prophet extoles
Fades their flavor from off the earth
A faded rose has died and given birth
A jaded child has lived and spread mirth
But all have died and returned to the earth