Like It or Not

Like it or not, time has no faults.

While your days come to a halt,

You will hear that dutiful chime;

The truth about the passage of time.

Wherever you had pitched your tent.

You are here as a mere mill agent,

With the sound of every tick of the clock,

A little less of life is gone from your time lock.

Whether you have the shear effect

Or have it all matted to a pitch perfect;

Ready or not, the truth separates the false,

The final answer is in only where you’ll fall.

The power of will will wither to irrelevance,

As you pass like a rolling flatulence.

Did your redolence blanket life in fratulence?

Will your end sentence be written in virulence?