Time, a precious thing it is
Will it wait for us? Never
If we call it
'I'll never look back 'it replies
It is the most hated thing by all
Is air, water, fire our's?
Nothing is our's except time
It punishes us &
One tries to kill it,
before he does, it kills him
Ages bloom &wither like a flower
Time is like a rat,
It slowly eats the the thread of life
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