Time

My old friend time has given me a key
It has spoken of luck
It has spoken to me
It rattles on of my furious admiration
It sings of hope and a weak desperation
Till waiting is filled I cannot open the lock
When my time has come, I bid death may knock

Midlife time has sent me an answer
It speaks of chance
It spins like a dancer
It tells me all of my jealous rage
How there is still hope, but even time has an age
I must keep searching for the question
In which this answer will make an impression

A newborn time gave me the truth
A probable innocence comes only with youth
How envy speaks with a forked tongue
It prays on all, both old and young
The answer is here, plain to read
If you too find the question, I warn you indeed