Time
Who knows thee, Time, but the living?
Who fears thee, but those who know you?
Thy ways, strict and unforgiving,
cripple and bow that which you grew,
and bury what you brought from earth.
With march and mien unpitying,
you bring sadness in place of mirth,
then, again, you make the old new.
Such baffling brew is all thy worth
that draws death from life, birth from dearth.
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