Time
Time is the thing that makes things new;
It makes bonds strong; It makes you you.
It gives many chances and takes many away;
It's the reason that there is an end to each day.
Time has no color, no voice, no thoughts;
And yet It controls us, tightens our knots.
Time is beyond itself, It is not a true live being;
It wanders and It sways, being free and freeing.
Time can change all things, if so It desires;
The only question we all have is when the Time expires.
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