Though expected, the pain of reality strikes hard and sure, seeing, but still we wander blind,
We all know the cycle of time is linked to life and all that live, eventually die,
A blade of grass, to a giant Oak, to Kith and Kin we wonder why,
The reason, I think, time is a thief, ever ticking on and on, stealing life from those we love and leaving us with pain and grief.
Does time give back, I believe it so, How? by renewing life after the Winters show,
The Springtime bringing forth new life, but a new life we may never know.
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