The Dance of Time
The whirling hands of the clock
won't stop for you and me
All we can do is watch and hope
Before the tidal wave
of the years
washes our sand castles away
The dance of time
is
something
which we have no control
over
We are all trapped within it
like marionettes we move
and play various games
As the years rush by
and our mortal bodies
disintegrate
We reach for the brass ring
but it eludes us
and knowing that night will
soon be upon us
We light our candles
and pray
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