Temporum Transeat, Quae Mutatio Poem by John F. McCullagh

Temporum Transeat, Quae Mutatio



Time passes, Things change.
Nothing, it seems, remains the same.
Except, of course,
your stone hard heart-
The unmoved mover,
Alone, apart.
For so it has been-
and so it remains-
as things pass
as Times change.

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A chance comment from don Hendley of the Eagles
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