How swift the fleeting minute flows

How swift the fleeting minute flows
That sweep our hopes and dreams away.
This urgent hour so speedy goes
From fickle youth to cold decay.

Our little lives, how short a span
That spurts and splutters in the flame,
Where wild desires and follies fan
Deaths hunger and relentless claim.

How short a time when lips are raised,
To kiss the mouth with sweet caress
And see those eyes so soft and glazed
Fall blinded by their nothingness.

Our paltry plans how soon they die,
Which fuel our fears and petty hates,
How quick from birth to sad goodbye,
So cold the grave that seals our fate.


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