The wise man says,
“Time is a river,
It must go on.
It doesn’t stop,
And slows for no man.”
I ask the wise man,
“Where does time go?
Why doesn’t it stop?
Where does it flow?”
He gives me no answer,
Just a sly old grin.
Looks me in the eye,
And says “You’ll find out in the end.”
I’m stunned. I can’t wait,
Not until the end.
Now I ask you,
Dear reader, dear friend,
Where does time go?
Where does it go in the end?
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