Time Luv Is No Longer with Us

Time, luv, is no longer with us
it's become, in fact, a foe
nonetheless
I suppose it's best
to get up early,
to come and go.

Peace these days
is hard to achieve--
who knows whom to believe
still we plod in search
of it
much like love
bit by bit.

Nasty wars seem everywhere
land, sea or air
They've proved to be
an endless curse,
think nothing of a busy hearse.

Time, heart, is no longer
with us
it's gone off on its own
nonetheless, I suppose
it's best
to turn in early, get
proper rest.