Poetry
O Time when didst thou learn to fly?
O Seconds when didst thou find thy wings?
They were given thee on thy birthing day
Oh flitter about the small but many
While hours have gained the greater but few
O Time thou shalt die! The time is appointed
With time thy wings shall fly away
With time we all as thee do die
Eternity then shall laugh in thy face
While with idle hands the past you waste
Oh run, oh run! Oh Seconds hurry
Oh Minutes fly from the Hours' worries!
Oh Earth how shalt thou be divided
from time? Or on its dying day
shalt thou also pass away?
How shalt thou live without thy wings?
Oh Time! Entrapped inside thy feathers
lie many breaths which to thee cling
To live you suck their life out of them
And truly this is but your duty
To remind all those who take from thee
Must with human means repay
and give up immortality
Except that thou wert conquered by
The God who made thee, Time.