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Within Our Timebound Days
As on through timeless time … In early life Time seems to pass Near motionless while hearts beat fast In search of people, places, things That beckon all the joy they bring; At least our thoughts convince as such And let our dreams portend as much - A wistful, waiting, watchful time; In middle life Time speeds to fast With things to do that will not last - "Important things" that prod us on With press of time, now here, now gone. Since Time is neither friend nor foe It passes by as on we go - A hurried, harried, hustling time; In later life Time slows its pace Revealing a time-honored face That sees days passing day-by-day, A routine part of Life's great play; But Time takes all within its stride As we endure, as we abide - A patient, passive, pensive time; It's Time that fools us without shame - It calls to us, it knows our name, And spurs us on without regard In timely press, now soft, now hard. Time holds us in its timeless ways And uses up our timebound days.
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