Sonnet

Man, when faced with time, tends to mock the clock
They lie there, void, while the hands pass them by
Stone, blank stares; the clock continues to talk;
Unaware of the monologue, still lie.

Time is the true destroyer of all things
The master of life; the envoy of death,
He will deceive you with old feelings
You were always his pawn, since your first breath.

Time, ever cloak and dagger in his ways,
Has one weakness, few men dare to exploit.
Man’s immortality comes from peer praise,
To be Poncian takes one most adroit.

You, who are currently unknown, must make
Your mark, immortality is at stake.