We settle down in silence and we waitAnd twenty seconds tick their gentle way
Beyond my reach and once more through the gate
To greet the minutes of another day.
The minutes of the days rush into weeks,
The weeks collide with months and turn to years,
A year turns to a decade and it speaks
Of foolish worries and more foolish fears.
The minutes will not stop but I am calm,
The seconds are a friend when I'm in need,
The hours do not wish to do me harm,
Nor do the months conspire to make me bleed.
I'll get my lottery ticket and I'll see
If I can conquer time or conquered be.
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