Instead of chasing hands
Around the hectic clock,
The wise one understands
That time’s a stumbling block.
It seems to always run;
Its hourglass sands might fall.
Consider, though, the sun:
It knows no night at all.
It’s always only day,
Without both start and end,
And goes its merry way,
Come perfect straight or bend.
It’s only on the Earth
That time’s endowed with worth.
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