Now is the time to slow down
for the hands of time slow not.
Let those dull bygones not hound
for after-time who knows what.
Why look for a cause to fight?
Life is good and yet you whine.
The tired limbs seek a respite.
This race has no finish line.
A smile can erase each scar.
The glass will tell who you are.
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