Timeless irony

 What is in nature like time;

So greedy and stubborn;

That consumes everything;

On its way, at every turn?

What is so impatient like time;

That hustles all but waits for none;

In whose mercy nothing mends;

But in whose cruelty all burn?

Nothing so timeless like time;

In a petty, vindictive way;

Has led everything in existence;

Towards ruin and decay.

What a twist of ironies, then;

That “time heals all things”:

When it should only be acknowledged;

For the decomposition it brings.

Nothing like time, I suspect;

Is so malicious and backward;

With no will to introspect;

But always looking forward.