GIVE ME YOUR TIME

Give me a bit of your time,
when I am at my prime;
though my wall-clock didn't chime.
But my time and your time
wouldn't sublime,
as we're on race against time.

Each time passed couldn't be adjusted,
it put us nearer to the last.
Even hiding in the glass,
our life can still be crushed.

Who else can we trust?
Even life itself is yet to be numbered.
Either we forget to remember,
or just let life gets off the hanger.
By then it was too late to remember,
as our memories being dismembered.
Just like fire burning our flesh
to the last cinders.

~ Rb Salleh