The Hands of Time


Hands of Time

The hands of time mold man like clay
Tossing him through each night and day
They catch him on the other end
Reform then toss him out again

Each toss may change ones course and health
Each toss may change his common wealth
A toss may change in force and speed
Some will find wealth some will find greed

There is no front there is no back
For black is white and white is black
It matters not how hard one pleads
Time does not care if one succeeds

Man builds his life while in the air
Some conquer all some find despair
Things will be learned some man forgets
The hands of time say when man quits

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