Time
Time is so perilous …
To the old and sickly,
To the youth whose dreams soon die,
To the soldier who can never return to his former being,
To the lonely who can never climb out of their thoughts,
To the petals of a flower that must fall,
To history that will never be remembered,
To hopes that are dashed,
To love that grows cold,
To us all as we return to dust!
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