To every soul a time shall betide An ever flowing river of delight and dismay. Time does not favour nor abide, Its unseen hand potent and incapable of decay. Bodies flourish with joyous song and dance, Reeds swaying in the whispering breeze. A cocoon of embrace and love, more than a glance. O river of delight, hear the pleas to freeze. Alas bodies bound to weep and mourn, A stormy sea brimmed with wailing. Uprooted and piece-by-piece torn. O river of dismay, hear the pleas for bailing. And yet time, bearing our continuous whine, Cannot deny, He has made everything beautiful in its time.