With time

’m a problem that eventually works itself out

I am a disaster that is soon forgotten

I disappear with time

Slowly but surely I diminish



Can you find the answer to time

Why I breathe to live another day

Why the sun hasn’t set on my parade

Soon my last breath will come



I will die and you will mourn

Soon time changes the feeling

Like a dead dandy-lion I am forgotten

With time I shall wither

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