A glittering diamond forms when oaths are taken,
And promises are equal in their stead:
As diamonds crystallise by time forsaken,
Such words defy the pull to being dead—
Through change, we hope our faith is never shaken,
These oaths we swear, even with signs we bled—
A rock of constancy that’ll never awaken,
Or so we think. Then as our age is fed
With every passing year—the oaths shall break,
And we will realise that change is all;
Our promise-shelters sway, then tilt and fall.
Thus know that every life by Time will take;
Us fools will have our tapestries untied,
Our words a useless barrier ’gainst its tide.