Where the time goes don’t ask me
It has nothing to do with the sun
It gets light and dark and cold and hot
But time gets a very short run
Many phases Interacting
Combine a vast palatial show
Unwary of what next to do
Even less of where to go
Don’t set your clocks to local time
Or sit there counting what has past
How many since you were not here
When you’re gone the figure’s vast
The future has no crystal ball
Because it’s made up as it goes
So just enjoy your contribution
As to why time flies nobody knows
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