We have so much though we think not
Neither fast nor slow, though we may think it so
It comes and goes as natural as can be
We think it robbed, or we have too much
If we have lived through it all and the hour strikes
We must pay the debt that all men pay.
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Author:
Clock King (
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Gotta die someday. Well played.
A fine poem on time, and it running out on all of us, CK! welcome to MPS!
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