No matter
what
Our
machinations,
Our time gets
eaten up
Seconds seep,
lost in thought
In sickness
or sorrow
Whole chunks disappear
Youthful
hourglasses
Half-full of
sand
And half-empty
later days
Happiness and
joy
Draw deep
from our reserve,
Swallowing
our time in quick, greedy gulps
Day-to-day
routines
Ever-consuming
regular bites
… And much
sleep
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