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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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The silvery sands of time run down- And transfer silver to my hair. And carve the lines of character, And lays the souls of mankind bare. For time sets forth the inner man; His flaws and weaknesses reveal, The tawdry façade rips aside, And only shows the thing that’s real. The motive, not the act itself, The nature of the human beast, Itself shall surely manifest- And just when one expects it least. Yes, time; the enemy of all- The equalizer, lays them low. And only through the test of time- The truth of matters may we know. For time, most merciless of all- Does pity none, nor spare a soul. But plots the course from birth to fall, Calls every name on human roll. But time, I have no fear of thee- You’ve taken all, ‘tis in your power: I’ll stand alone, a soul made free, When death shall ring my final hour. And when my body, cold has grown- And I am lying ‘neath the sod- This robe of flesh may be thine own- My spirit wings it’s way to God. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Too bad we can't all feel this way. Great perspective. ~L |
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