Memory Time
The bones ache, and I feel so old
Like an hourglass running out
Time steals away the life I hold
Until the last grain of doubt
Springs of the clock wind down
Its pendulum once so very high
Slowing; the clockface a frown
Ticking ceasing with a sigh
It is one minute to midnight
Bonfire of vanities now ember
Hours marked by cold star light
Distant time: much to remember
Between past and future: it is now
That was the wisdom of the Tao
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