Gears of life are always churning, turning.
Spiders’ webs constantly swinging, spinning.
Clock of time is clicking, ticking.
We hope for passion stirring, burning;
And brains bright yearning, learning.
Yet time still goes hang-gliding, flying.
Man goes to and fro driving, striving.
Beat of life is thriving, surviving.
Til’itstops.With dying.