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It passes like shadows that stealthily creep
And fades like the sheen on the face of the deep
It has no location or tangible source
Yet flows ever on its ethereal course.
Dawn, noon and dusk fade to twilight each day
Sun, moon and stars rise and spirit away;
Tides ebb and flow with a regular beat
Dancing to rhythms of cold and of heat.
Here we all are in the midst of this age
Actors upon this empirical stage
Wondering what we should do for the best
Many unsure if they’re curs-ed or blessed.
None can arrest the first rays of dawn’s light
Or conquer the whims of the oncoming night
All we can be is the best that we can
Time changes everyone, woman or man.
by Rod Walford
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