Our life is but a moment in infinite space.
Time come and passes, gone without a trace.
We will all lose, betting against time in its race.
Time is ahead, we can’t keep up the chase.
Time wins again and we must take last place.
Beaten before we start? Give up the pace?
You may give up, but with me that’s not the case.
Conceited Time marches before and carries the mace,
While I, strolling behind, enjoy Life’s sweet smiling face.
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