Old time moves like a stone wheel
and is plastered in chipped beauty
Old time makes short work of plans and youth
Look about you: see the teeth upon
everything you see. See the mighty tongue
wrapped around each being
Old time trucks no mark nor measurement
Has no count as ring of tree
Look ahead at gullet's void, always steady
always distant, ever ready to be the present
for man, for beast, for stone for star
For in old time's thick hands
fingers steady, nimble as rust
is every fed thing
Old time is grace itself: smooth
when slow, and smooth at speed
Old time is your constant friend
Time is on your honest side
Old time won't let you hide or obfuscate
Old time's mouth
is too full of us to lie
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