Hour Nine

Nothing

This too shall pass,
Like this month’s flavour
Becoming next month’s
Fish and chip wrappings –
Nothing lasts forever,
And nothing gold can stay.

So make hay while you can
But don’t count your chickens yet,
And this too shall pass
And all will be well –
But nothing lasts forever,
And nothing gold can stay.

Learn from your mistakes
And don’t let history be repeated,
Time flies if you have some fun
And take your laughter medicine –
Just remember that nothing lasts forever,
And nothing gold can stay.

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