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Time takes one by the windpipe

And shakes the life out of one,

Save those waiting for it to do so,

But, they too are on the run,

Knowing not where to go.

Valleys have dried up patches,

Of rivers that once flowed,

Pathways are filled with trees,

And thorns that don't let go.

Come friends, let's seek a way out,

Out of this turmoil and trouble,

Let us relight our torches,

And climb high, beyond the rubble.

The days and nights are numbered,

O dear ones, hearken, take care,

This is not the stone man's age,

But, at every step, there's a snare.

Snakes too are unwilling,

To come and pour their venom,

In us, our systems are polluted,

With unclean pus and phlegm.

What man was supposed to be!

What has he become!

Time is a spider and its web,

Is ready, waiting for some.

All things that God created,

Are the same, except us,

We blame time, but how it mocks,

At us; at us; at us!

You fill your pegs of wine,

You dance and while away hours,

The bats are lurking outside,

It's time for them to dine.