sorrow, unbound

Stand astride the shores of time and watch your memories flow

Remember when time ran slow

And we had time
and youth
and truth

Progress leaves us mute with rage

As we shamble into age
The bloom of youth belongs to others

And we mourn the passing
Of joy unbound by sorrow

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