Time, ever so deceiving.
Time is not for pleasing.
Through the front door of youth,
Out the back door of old age,
Often silent, often rage.
Always moving toward the truth.
No time to stop.
No tears to shed.
Truth lies ahead.
Time flashes by,
No time to sigh.
Time hears a babe cry
Given time the babe will die.
Time ticks but tells no tales.
Time is the sound of coffin nails.
Time greets the naïve youth,
Quickly moving toward the truth.
Time is born every second,
Sixty birthdays every minute.
Time deceives the naive youth,
But to the old it shows the truth.
Man, Oh mortal knave,
Given time fills his grave,
Man will as man must,
Like aged metal, turn to rust.
Time moves on its timely way,
No time to pause or stay,
For time will, as time must,
Turn us all into dust.
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