Time rolls by like a ceaseless and bubbling stream: <br />Time rolls by while we wake, time rolls by while we dream: <br />Time rolls slowly but sure when we want it to rush: <br />When we want Time to stop, O how fast the stream’s gush! <br /> <br />Time is constant alone in this world of decay: <br />We may trust the succession of night and of day: <br />We are born, and we die, all surrounded by change; <br />But the river of Time from its course shall not range. <br /> <br />What shall be, when the river arrive at the sea, <br />When the Lord shall proclaim each one’s last destiny? <br />When our tears are in vain, and repentance too late, <br />If we’re still unprepared for our ultimate fate?<br /><br />David Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-rolls-by/
