Time marches on
its movement
we cannot impede
moving at its own
rate of speed
it takes us
from a life that begins
to a life that ends
throughreality
or imagination
we arrive at our destination on time
we have no power over
when the rain begins
to fall or when the sun starts to shine
Time marches on
it stays on track
and no human being
upon this earth
has the power
to turn it back!
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