Time
If there is a beginning there is an end
60 seconds 60 minutes 24 hours 365 days
Tick tock the clock is counting only one way
For long turns to short and 17 turns to now
The earth, either thousands or billions of years old
Has seen generations pass by like flies
And we only live for a fraction
Not knowing how long we will survive
What have I done in my years?
Who have I wronged in my years?
Mothers, brothers, fathers, daughters?
For every second I step closer to my casket
And others are entering theirs
But am I scared?
No, for I know who I am
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