Rags of Time: A Poem

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Rags of Time

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

So the coffin in its dust
To its hinges molder must,
And the noble seat of Kings,
These heights of which ballads sing,
In the brambles are forgot,
As to scrap their charters rot.

This old hat I had for years,
The rain it kept off my ears,
And the sun which likes to beat
Upon my head, …