None on this earth owns what one has
But time takes rightful ownership over it
Time lends it's beauty, they just borrow it
No one is willing to give it back though
But time claims its beauty back from them
Lot they struggle still to defend from it
Yet it robs them of beauty little by little
A battle takes whole length of the life
Time is a well-sharpened ploughshare
It ploughs up your beauty field bit by bit
It then leaves behind many uneven tracks
Though nothing grows new to glow again
It now turns into barren land of unwelcoming
Now time wins the long battle over them
No more can one be hold out from it
But it wrecks them to shatter completely
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