Time
Birth, death, and wishes of eternity,
it matters not who we may be.
It waits for none, it continues on,
it matters not whose here or gone.
It's grasp is strong and lasts not long,
full of visions of whats right and wrong.
It can be eighty seconds or eighty years,
time has no favorites, leaving many tears.
Clocks tick on as souls come and go,
eternity, no one surely does know.
Nature continues to remain the same,
different people with a different name.
For some it seems slow, for some very fast,
one thing is for sure, for none does time last.
Time...
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