In
the prisons of time
It
flies never to be stopped
Even
to the call of the mighty ones
Nor
does to the sorrow of forsaken
That
Time pains, hides, and heals.
Time
crowns the kings
Trembles
the pillars of the palace
Time
tells no one
Even
to the king of his fall and rise
Time
never confides of its conspiracy
Of
its change that which confuses man.
Time
befriends few only to betray later.
Time
is nobody’s slave
Time
is everybody’s master
Time
sheds the leaves, grows the grass
Time
breaks the heart
Fills
another with dearth
Time
warns no one
Of
secrets that which time succeeds.
