We are prisoners of time
Slave to circumstances
And beggars for eternity
We have made so small our souls
To match our situations
That in greed for trash
We have trampled greatness
And laughing at their prey
Time tightens the chains that bind us
Circumstance cracks the whip
That mark us;
Only eternity grieves
That we are fools.
-by Jan L. King Sr.
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