When
the chips are down
In
a wink it can happen
There
is nothing permanent
On
the movements in the time
Lovers
come lovers go
Into
the hall of flame
The
droplets of sweat
The
aroma of smell
Age
may catch up
Time
keep ticking away
The
wrinkles all appear
The
memories stay in one place
The
web of lines
Capturing
the experiences of time
By
then new age comes along
Rendering
the old into memories
The
ashes on the ground
The
marks of time in physical attributes
Until
the wind scattering it away
Into
tiny parts floating in the sky
When
the chips are down
In
a wink it can happen
The
web of lines
Capturing
the experiences of time
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