Kronos

The morning weeps when Dawn is gone

and childhood disappears,

when Memory was short and time was long.

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Forlorn and forgotten,

footsteps taken on the shore

have been swallowed by the sea.

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Youth is wasted on the young; wisdom is spent by fools.

Slippery words from a liar’s tongue

lead the latter to their doom.

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If I knew then what I know now,

I’d hold my breath

and keep it all together.