While time flies south in coach
Eternity prefers a walking stick
And a good pair of mountain boots
A cold fire in thick woods
And even if time arrives
Days before enough to spend
Lounging by the ocean
Reading books watching surfers
Eternity trudges on losing its way
Sometimes forgetting where it's going
Free of destination full of purpose
Making steady progress every day
But we all just get old as time
While eternity stays young and fresh
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