Times sorrows.
Time is a prision
to which we live
it takes what we have risen
and has nothing to give
you can hear it go by
see be quiet listen,
do you hear it?
do you think its a lie?
look you can see it,
its ageing cry
it wills everyone
and causes them to die
slow and steady
time goes by
its always ready
and just within sight
it starts arguments
and wins every fight
it never stops
even at night
it never rests or goes to sleep
its always busy
causing someone to weep.
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