3. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our
minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which
goesbefore, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
4. Minutes pass by as frequently as the Ocean waves ride in to
the shore
5. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity,
wherewith being crownd,Crooked eclipses gainst his glory fight, And
Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
6. We are BornWe are YoungWe GrowWe ThriveWe AgeWe Die
7. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the
parallels in beautys brow, Feeds on the rarities of natures truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
8. Time causes Wrinkles It takes away Your beautyDeath is
near
9. And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,Praising thy
worth, despite his cruel
10. But I am still ALIVE
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kconnors on morgueFile under a Creative Commons licenseDeath and
LifeDeath and Life by deathhangel on Glogster under a Creative
Commons licenseEclipseEclipse by narrowhouse on Open Clip Art under
a Creative Commons licenseFather Time ReaperBest of 2013 by Mike
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HandSkeleton Hand by Javaorange on Deviant Art under a Creative
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