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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