The eternal walk.

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Time walks on unencumbered,
Naught can ease its steps
No barrier formed delay it,
It no tearful entreaty accepts.
Sometimes we are dragged on behind it
Sometimes we push to the fore,
But nothing my friend can dissuade it
I know for I’ve tried it before.
The wise will see where it’s heading
Prepare themselves for the roles
They’ll see where their feet will be treading
On sweet scented grass or hot coals.