Time – A Poetic Reflection
What became of lofty dreams,
And noble goals expressed?
By those whom it would always seem
Could reach desired happiness.
Yet, came the day to count the cost.
Where others, seeing nothing lost;
To them, just emptiness and dust.
Time, said one to his good friend,
Will lead all men to weep.
For only in its passing bend
Its treasure found, too deep.
By such a day as could be seen
This priceless rare commodity
Already spent, on lesser things.
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