Time marches on;
It waits for no man
Who chooses to stop,
And sit down in the sand.
For a while.
When thinking rationally, Time does not care
For all your misfortunes and all your despair;
For lives you instinctively try to repair;
For nostalgic memories of those who aren’t there.
For natural disasters in worlds far away;
For calamities of man seen every day;
For great change in government, great change indeed;
For poverty’s children, desperately in need.
No,
Time marches on
From tragedy and chaos;
Roaming the streets,
Just laughing at love lost.
Yet,
Something so true
Is that Time heals our pain.
Forgetting wrongdoers;
Forgetting their names.
Yes,
Time may be brief
In its feelings of grief,
But it moves us along
On the path we must creep...
That is life.
Time gives us lessons we must learn,
And asks for nothing in return.
Time sits back, watching the view;
Watching, watching over you.
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