They say that two things in life are certain
Death and taxes are always after you
So few are the years until the curtain
Counting and dreading when taxes are due
Whiling away the years, ever aware
Waking and finding evidence of time
Loss of beauty is her greatest despair
Tooth by tooth we lose, our hair thin and fine
The rose mournfully sheds her petal tears
Day by day we count the grains that remain
Time slow and yet quick strikes and disappears
The obsession of time drives man insane
Come, he calls now, teach thy son to live well
Come come, we leave before the nights twelfth bell
















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