The Passage of Time
day upon day,
rolling into night,
bright days, dark nights,
we pass through
in both confusion and understanding
as a storm ends in serenity;
we know not why,
except for the knowledge
that nothing is the same today
as it is tomorrow,
be it good or bad,
joyous or sorrowful,
day into night,
ebb into flood. . .
1979
rolling into night,
bright days, dark nights,
we pass through
in both confusion and understanding
as a storm ends in serenity;
we know not why,
except for the knowledge
that nothing is the same today
as it is tomorrow,
be it good or bad,
joyous or sorrowful,
day into night,
ebb into flood. . .
1979
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