For the pages have been turned,All to say for this at stake,Rest as all things will be earned,Ever to conclude and take.Wonder to think all the things,Either it is what they're saying,Least they say the tree do clings,Leaves and fruits fall from swaying.Into the water as deep,None shall take a fall or two,Through time things often get cheapRove as we'll take a fall too.Oust the times things were so gold,Vent and rants, open to send,Even times get hard and bold,Rest assured the hand they've lend.Then if things must go to bend,Thy things roughly are broken,Say at last it reach its end,Thus the introvert' spoken!