The years have gone by
with the tears flowing down
nothing is moving up
there being a stagnancy all around.
The days going in the right
with the acts turning left
nothing is progressing straight
there being a halt all around.
The hours are going west
with the sun rising east
nothing is promising north or south
there being a stop all around.
The rays are falling vertical
with the shadow showing horizontal
nothing there could be broad or narrow
there being no move all around.
As there be a stoppage in the light
with the natural darkness in the night
nothing there could be in the life
there being no proportion seen all around. 
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