Time
Time feasts upon each of us, Gnawing down to the bone. Every second, every minute, every hour, Chasing us never leaving us alone. You can't go back, you can't press rewind, But we live on in our children's laughter. Time won't remember us, won't shed a tear, But our little ones will miss us When we are in the great here after.
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