I wish I could halt
Ruthless march of time;
Cruel hands of the clock
And its ominous chime.
Time tramples all;
Great and small;
Poor and emperor;
Saint and sinner;
Vanquished and winner.
Tick by tick
It eats the present;
Till the present
Becomes past.
Today's story
Is tomorrow's history.
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