Here is a beauty that faded with time
A sweet, fragrant blossom that fell from the vine
A beauty left hidden by layers of pain
A treasure kept hidden beneath years of shame

Here is a shadow of a life once lived
Of a storybook page now made just a blank
Of a donor that’s given more than it could give
A millionaire-not a cent left in the bank

Here is the aged, the rejected, the weak
That used to be young and accepted and strong
Here is the king, a mere peasant! yet worse
Here is the right that used to be wrong

Here is time.
Here are the hands of the clock
That silently watch never warning about
The things that will change after tick, after tock
After all of the lights in our lives have gone out

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