Father Time

Father Time is in de Nile

Each day grows a little worse,
I proclaim in ragged verse.

Father Time’s a crocodile:
We’ll all disappear behind his smile.

Behind our eyes, the questions spin:
They’ll all go away, beyond his grin.

— Bhai Din

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