The Butler a cento
What's a year or thirty, to
a hand gathering crumbs off a table?
During the day we walk about
to perform our expertise.
Now, the passage of time, and plenty of it
We're approaching the age, now
there are jobs we cannot do.
If we care for a house
we are happy where we are.
Ah! Then there is hurrying to and fro.
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