The Steps of time,
Are friends of mine,
I have no other choice..
If I agree,
Or disagree,
Time does not need my voice..
So -why complain,
and..suffer pain? ..
While watching it pass..
It will flow,
This I do know,
Like sands through an hour glass..
It's faith in me,
Has not sent me free,
Of natural life-that dies...
The life I've gained,
shall still remain,
When time..no longer flies.
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