Time heals all wounds and lets all evils pass,
But equally the good may fade away,
And evil over time may well amass
A greater power than it has today.
Why should I let the hours sweep on by
In blithe belief that all they bring is good?
We must remember that all things will die
Except, sometimes it seems, those we wish would.
I do not make the time my enemy,
I simply must refuse to claim it serves
For mere improvement. If it should, for me,
Then I will be contenter with its curves,
But as I cannot tell right now, I must beware
And judge tomorrow only when I'm there.
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