Here's my response to a thread, asking for poems about the passage of time. I hope you don't mind me sharing it here. Time and Trump Time rolls on for Don the Con. A lifetime rife with crime. His troubles catching up with him, as he runs out of time. As years go by, he’s never learned of goodness, kindness, grace. Bitterness consumes his soul as joy has been replaced. His time shall drag so slowly from within the prison cell, that he has built inside his mind. His own eternal hell.