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May 2017
All the clocks that are owned
The only time they've ever told
As long as the day is old
Temporary

From the start of the day
Until the hour growing late
The only sound that they make
Temporary

As the seconds unkindly tic
Every minute that we live
Hardly can get used to it
Temporary

With no way of keeping up
This timeless ticking of the clock
Whether or not you've had enough
Temporary

With every seconds timeless tic
Opportunities often missed
In this life that we live
Temporary
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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