The
new to change for the old
It
is the rudiment of a life
The
cycle keeps changing
The
effects of time
The
wear and tear it says
On
the floor to the walls
The
paint will crack
The
wood will rot
In
time the new has to arrive
The
old has to say goodbye
It
is nature of order
Nobody
can escape from it
Time
plays a part
When
order of things change
The
colours and durability
It
can't say for life
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