Time’s Arrow


Time's arrow is ruthless and unforgiving
Vicissitudes strip us off our measly dominions
Must we succumb to his verdict?
This battle breeds no victors.

Fatuous it is to worship the once
Portraits albeit cherished do fall apart
Yet, every ghost does prize his ballad
Vanity in despair is but a plea.

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