Grandfather Clock


The hands of time
ticking away.
The hands of time
never to stay.
The fire and rain,
the peace and the pain,
the day and night,
the dark and light.
The seed will grow.
The child will soon know.
The elder will pass.
Nothing will last.
The love and the hate,
the force and the fate,
the truth and the lie,
to live then to die.
The hands of time
stop for no man.
The hands of time
will never understand.

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