Time is indifferent
Time is indifferent to women, men,
All creatures small and large, all living things,
That have a license to remain at then,
What happened in a past forgotten brings
Some simple happiness or worse despair
In unremitting memory, remains
The punishment we suffer if we care
To moan about some sorrow, so complains
That certain things repeat themselves though gone
In the true past, now to remember hurts
The would-be-absent brain, still to atone,
What we did, or did not do, so reverts
As we cannot imagine such an end
Cancels remembrance, will these sins amend.
