Time is drifting away on the breeze
Day, after day, after day,
Like a dripping tap
Our lifeblood slipping away;
The shallowness of skin stretched taut over bone
Wisening, wrinkling, parched,
And the sword of the future
Over everything overarched;
What reassurance can tomorrow bring?
As memories chill and fade
What comfort can time bring?
In it's steady cavalcade.
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