The unbroken continuance,
ticking a rhythmic trance.
Once housed in the cuckoo clock,
flew off in a single rare instance.
With no real beginning and no end,
It can become a wonderful friend.
One who buries all the secret,
and has nothing stupid to pretend.
Seen as a metaphor for change,
Man claims to know its range.
Time runs out with age,
unless you plan and arrange.
They say there’s a time for everything,
Knowing that time works like a spring.
One that compresses and expands,
and makes life swirl eventually into nothing!
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