The answer is C: Life is fleeting and constantly changing.
It is the same! - For, be it joy or sorrow (regardless the condition)
The <em>path of its </em><em>departure</em> still is free: (it shows how life is fleeting)
Man's yesterday <em>may </em><em>ne'er</em><em> be </em><em>like</em> his morrow; (there are so much change in one's life.)
<em>Nought may endure</em> but Mutability. (It seems like a paradox, but only one thing will remain: change)
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Can you specify what text you are looking for?
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Can you specify what text you are looking for?
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shocked
Explanation: because the hob never had a volunteer in ages
Answer=A
The metaphor for life in this poem is a monopoly game.
