Time is indifferent to women, men, All creatures small and large, all living things, That have a license to remain at then, What happened in a past forgotten brings Some simple happiness or worse despair In unremitting memory, remains The punishment we suffer if we care To moan about some sorrow, so complains That certain things repeat themselves though gone In the true past, now to remember hurts The would-be-absent brain, still to atone, What we did, or did not do, so reverts As we cannot imagine such an end Cancels remembrance, will these sins amend.