The Gift

When time is waning
And the end is in sight
We may try to fight it
Before our soul take flight

But the natural order
Cannot be undone
Though we may plead
That we are not the one

We live our lives
As if no end of days
Without a thought
Till we cannot stay

Stoic Poetry

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