Time's Gift

Time has stolen from me:
My face, my skin, my teeth;
It's taken all my history;
All I had to bequeath.

But time has given me a gift:
Not gold, not land, nor fame;
For this rare thing I've had to sift
And now I know its name.

It's called The Key To Life – long cast
In sands of Time before.
But truly am I now aghast
For I have lost the door!

Clive Donovan

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