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Time
Time poses as a ticking god
Engaged in forward creep,
And is revered by billions
Who rise, work, love and sleep.
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But time is mere illusion,
Predictable and crass;
Relaxing on its lounger,
It makes us look an ass.
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We race to catch the morning train
And stay late for the boss,
But when we need the slightest break,
Time will not give a toss.
Thursday 5th September 2024 8:29 am
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