O, the Times! O, the Customs

Change, the only constant,

Bewail not, Lament not

Life, no more than this instant.

Yesterday, was never there

Except in the veils of Memory,

Like the albums of the Past

Illusion, as is Eternity.

Comparisons, always, awfully, odious

Extensions of the lives we led,

Clinging to us all the time

Till, the last thing we ever said.

No one better, no inferior

Mortal is all human frame,

A pack of cards, Jokers all

That is all there is to Life’s game.

Adios.

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