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Our Time is Stealing to an End

Our time is stealing to an end,
like hidden, secret solitude.
Quickly caution foe and friend.
Our time is stealing to an end.

My life is work with key and pen.
I toil over worlds of words
which I attempt to mold and bend.
Our time is stealing to an end.

The future only life can lend.
There’s nothing clear within this sphere.
No certain days can we defend.
Our time is stealing to an end.

The narrow road of time we wend
should be our gift. Yet, those so close
refuse or can not comprehend
our time is stealing to an end.


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