Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days,
And from which earth, and grave, and dust
The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
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Comments1Wow, this poems a real thinker. Kind of sad too, makes you realize how temporary everything is. All we got is time, then we're just dust. But the end gives some hope I guess, kinda saying there's something more after we're gone. Heavy stuff.