The wicked lines of father time remind
My better sense to be the truest one,
At all expense, 'cause time-reels turn and bind
The coils unkind, suff'ring a life unwon.
Our great audience rests in hopes the test
Is blessed with factors unfed fruit by Eve
Or her deceiver, faithless faith digress,
Awaiting ends that loose our fates, unweaver.
A feat it's not to know it all, for God
Or man, the call or fall, the way is shared
Between us both; our feet on paths, unshod,
Retracing written rules in new ways paired.
To think on life is needed now and then
To check that once was is not now again.
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