With time, The barren becomes pregnant, With time, The pregnant woman becomes a mother, With time, The mother becomes a daughter, With time, The married woman becomes a widow, With time, The childless widow becomes an object of obscurity, And weak pity. With time, An heroes deed are told as stories, While great events become myths, And Once-Upon-A-Time. For with time, Mountains metamorphose to sands, Rivers turn farmlands, And Hills reduce to slime. And time, Frowns nor smiles on nothing, Neither does he give nor take something. For only a fool boast with a dime. Oh time, You are so slow but yet too fast, For our tomorrow only becomes yesterday, Like the uncertain coloration of a lime. Man is a slave to time, As all men will answer to his call, For the authority he exacts is divine...