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What of time ? ....

The minutes, days and years,
Don’t discriminate hot tears,
From sweet laughter or despair,
Time seems not to care,
It’s us that have to bear,
The feelings that we meet,
There is no balance sheet,
No arbiter of fare,

So left alone can we dare,
To give and ask for care,
For one another’s pain and share our hearts the same,
Without the need for owing or for blame,
If and only if this could be our humble aim,
Then maybe we would realise
That our hearts are truly all the same...