William J. Walls
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Tempestuous and weariful life is calling
Unsatisfied, yet adamant. We begin falling
Afflicted because youth is not ours to keep
We become rabid, covetous, instead of meek.
We must accept the hour glass of last time
The wrinkles will be many the hair dwine.
Yesterdays memories, must hide in the past
This moment, this life wasn't meant to last.
Rebuke not nature because you perceive dejection