A poem I made about Ekko

The truth about time? He cannot tell. And everytime he was close to it He fell.

He did not surrendered And always got up. He faced his problem like a grownup Because he had a friend whom needed to be saved.

But even time could not cheat death And he fell again But this time He felt everything was in vain.

And in his saddest moments His friend reminded him and he understood it. It's not how much time you have It's how you use it.

What do you think? If you have any ideas to help me improve I would like to hear it.