Time, you stock us all, All drink your acrid toxin, Snared by talons sharp. Winter of our life, Choices we made will dictate Strength that we retain. All body abuse We selfishly have chosen We will pay for then. Winter of our life, Choices we made will dictate Friends and family then. In the end what counts, Is that we loved and are loved, Nothing else matters. We can't get it back, There are no second chances, No rewind to use. We can not go back, No time machine can help us, Nor can age regress. All that really counts, Is how we treat each other, That is life's wage earned.
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