Life is a song
An ephemeral fling
Whose melody haunts us
Through the thickest of times
And flees us in those moments
Those minutes, those hours
The chords are plucked and sung
Gently, every second, it towers
When the chimes
They ring out with insistence: a sting
Persistent: A beat
Is a cadence sustained
Continuing onward till nothing remains
As the pendulum glides
With momentum it swings.

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