Time
Juxtaposed along the way, another voice declares
“Time exists for recompense not finding fault with heirs”
Time remains a fleeting whyle, all hopelessly bombarding
Time so swiftly punishes, all happy disregarding
Time proceeds invisible, the master sure and humble
Against the clock the living swear, in darkness forward tumble
The rising sun reminding all that time is ever true
Make time your greatest friend of all, get on reviving you
Copyright © Fred Jagenberg | Year Posted 2019
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