AGE'S CLUTCH

Life is quick and short 

But in its stay, there is a lot.

You move with a many but

As some days cool, some hot.

Hard is life to crack like a nut 

Since run you is on nature's spot.

It's the end, you chase to grip and cut

But soon you fall fade on age's clutch.

Lost in the middle of the hated hut

Is man the once exalted in every sport.

Fade, fake is now the ties you sit and plot 

For to the new stars you worth an atom not.

How sweet were the fresh day's man bought

But how quick are they to go as not his brought?

How unjust to man and life is this life's court

For judging man, not with his long-living thought.