Time, always here, never gone.
Tick tock sounding through each day,
sending rivets of raw change.
Here to stay and evermore.
No way to stop it or push aside.
As a man is, he will be,
old, and young, and fat and slim.
Some things change and others not.
No matter what, always seek,
the truth, the hope; and
seize the day.
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