Peace with Time

Some age ago, when I was younger,

I did not notice, because I did not hunger

For those summer days that were once mine,

But now belong to that creature: Time.

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Time crept in slow,

And has dealt to me this mortal blow,

To watch friends and lovers wilt and die,

And leave behind no one else, but I.

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I cannot lay blame,

On those wretched hands that spin in vain.

The son of Cronos has committed no crime,

It is his duty, that relentless: Time.

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Time, Time plays on,

A conductor with a heavy baton,

Who leads us in our eternal dance,

So we might live just once, perchance.

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Perchance the mountains crumble to crust,

When the rivers dry and turn to dust,

When the sun expires with a final breathe,

And our universe is naught but death,

He shall look on, still in his prime,

To bear witness this final decline,

And to draw through life a thick, black line,

That ceaseless force, that father: Time.

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The reaper comes now with grim intent,

But weep not for me, my days are spent,

Let my eyes close and my spirit climb,

For I have made my peace with Time.