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One thinks its well will never hit bottom

Floating down its meandering river

Until one sees the far-reaching autumn

Then suffers that first subconscious shiver

 

Realizing one was a fool to sit

So long on Time’s raft with naught to display

Content with oneself to refuse the bit

Only to learn that life has no replay

 

Life’s lesson, harsh but regardless still true

While Time rushes endless, not so for us

We must with the dole given us make due

                                                       Or prepare to reach our end without fuss

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