Way back when I was Young
Often I looked back to find
Time follow me far behind
And I jeered at poor Time
"A dollar I am and you are a dime" The other day it occured to me,
Its harzardous to run a race,
With Time the tireless one
Faster may be your pace.
I slowed down till Time came
And joined me in the game.
We marched along a while,
Counted it was a forty mile.
Another day I found
Times not love-bound
It pulled my hand to spur
Falling down I was left a far
It never stopped to see me stand,
Hurried waving an unseen hand
I lag behind since that day
The gap widens and hairs are grey!
Often I looked back to find
Time follow me far behind
And I jeered at poor Time
"A dollar I am and you are a dime" The other day it occured to me,
Its harzardous to run a race,
With Time the tireless one
Faster may be your pace.
I slowed down till Time came
And joined me in the game.
We marched along a while,
Counted it was a forty mile.
Another day I found
Times not love-bound
It pulled my hand to spur
Falling down I was left a far
It never stopped to see me stand,
Hurried waving an unseen hand
I lag behind since that day
The gap widens and hairs are grey!
Too good! Time is tireless indeed, and we the racer cannot surpass it...beautifully conceptualized
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