Poem:
Nothing is permanent — not even the day,
Not youth, not time, that slips away.
The spirit dims, the fire can fade,
Even the brightest light can shade.
Good times end, and bad ones, too,
What seems so certain won't stay true.
Status falls, and pride may bend,
Dignity meets a timely end.
Loss and gain both come and go,
Like tides that shift,...
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