Time - Poem by Alan Walsh
The sad impermanance of life,
Cuts into our being like a knife,
We gather awhile and defiantly smile,
Content to remain man and wife.
As the world goes around, those underground,
Reflect it's a matter of time,
When the kiss is a grin and the idea of sin,
Is gone under the earth and the lime.
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