All In Time
ALL IN TIME.
Time an eternal void, from wich there is no escape,
ever fleeting, never waiting.
There are those that would put a stitch in it,
or try to save it,
but it waits for no man,
on it goes.
We live our lives governed by that wich we can not control,
as night follows a day,
on it goes.
It will be the measure of all in its course,
as we come and go,
and people will remember us in it, for but a short while.
So never try and catch it, but make use of it,
whilst we can,
For it will come to pass,
that when its time,
it will come for you.
Clement Hardy.
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