and so fast by do they.
Like the billowing smoke of a house on fire,
and all that's left behind is the ashes,
the pile of ashes laying under the brands, still burning,
the crackles from the charcoal, still humming,
the shoe-less cinders, still running,
members of an ember that won't stop turning,
a foot of soot, just where you'll soon start learning..
that time and tide waits, but for no man.
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