Years fly by,
Days turn to dust,
And we wonder where the time went.
The clock spins out of our control,
Reminding us how helpless we are.
Hours whiz past,
Minutes drag on,
And we rush about in our busy lives.
The calendar pages are quickly filled,
Reminding us of all the lost moments.
Decades turn to centuries,
Centuries turn into a millennium,
And we’re shocked by all that’s changed.
Our empires crumble all around us,
Reminding us that all must end.
Books are written,
Songs are sung,
And we wonder if we’ll live on.
The libraries burn and records break,
Reminding us that much can be lost.
Children are born,
People research and dig,
And we’re rediscovered.
The rubble of our time, their history,
Reminds them of their ghosts.
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