Appeal against Time
The malicious winding of your hurried pace
That erases fond memories without a trace
Wastes things that breathe and things mute.
Pitiless Time - you are such a ruthless brute!
If you only aged men who your dials mess,
Or only blighted the cute ignorant mistress
Who thinks that your clocks tick for naught,
Then yours would be a war honorably fought.
But in your cruel rounds of unjustified rage
You smite the harmless poet with old age
And make him halt the scribbling of his pen
And dim his wits beyond their heyday ken.
Perhaps no one has rebuked your wanton brutality,
And maybe you will grant my pursuit for eternity –
But if in your undue use of force you snuff my breath,
Then at least leave my innocent rhyme in intact health.
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