What time is it?
Every moment spent at something,
even in sleep we are active,
always breathing when we're alive.

Ever changing year after year,
time moves on no-matter what we do,
or what decisions we make.

Each New Year the ball drops,
signaling in a new year,
a new decade, a new generation,
a new century, a new millennium.

Time is our master and king.
We start out young, and end up old, then we die.

None of us can cheat it,
for time keeps on moving, leading our destination.
Throughout the span of eternity it is our judge.
 
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