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Though Time

by Daniel Campbell

Though your bones will turn to dust

There is still time to love and lust

Though your muscles soon will rot

And memory will slip away

The spinning of no wheel will leave you cold.

The proud, the strong, the brave, the bold

Wander still this rotten earth

And though you might measure life

In quarter or half centuries,

There is solace yet for both the bowed and unbent.

Some, they yearn to win just once,

But loss is real.

To count the cost is revelry

And the butcher’s bill is liberating

Even when the aching fills the days

And nights go by, longer now.

Daniel Campbell

Daniel Campbell, born in the Bronx in 1987, has previously been published in The Great Lake Review and at 1overthe8. He has driven across the United States six times and across Nebraska six times too many. He tries to spend as much time as possible staring into the sun.