In the maze of Life’s journey

And, the unknown vaults of Destiny,

Lies a future, unrevealed

And, wounds that have not healed.

The hands of Time they never rest

Like the flowing waters of the river,

No pearls are ever handed out

For the efforts of the diver.

No holding back, no shoving around

Time moves at a pace its own,

It is eternal and unlike Man

To beseeching, not prone.

It’s movements imperceptible all

Much as it is itself, for sure,

It gives to each Destiny’s handout

Not an ounce less, not an inch more.

Life, it defines and mortality too

And, to both a number does assign,

There is no method in its madness

No respect for queues, nor for line.

No more fickle was a mistress ever

Not even the triumph and glory of Power

Time, removes in an inkling those

Who, foolishly, live the an ivory Tower.

Relentless is Time

And, nothing does it spare.

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