Analysis of Time

Time has no throttle
It plows the same through sun or snow
The longer we live, it seems faster
But never, was it slow

Our memories deceive us
Thinking we had more time back then
But the pages of our life turn constant
Not scattered in the wind

We ran a faster race
When youth was on our side
But that stopwatch is the same
As the one that stops when old, we die

Of all our trials
Time turned out to be a friend
For without its constant tic
Life's travels would not of began