09/04/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
Somethings don’t deserve your patience
They must be seized
– Like the day –
Taken in hand and moulded
Before the clay dries
So, rush
Headlong into the snow
To make those angel wings
Onwards into battle
To take the enemy by surprise
And tumble head over heels
In love with life
Rush, now
Before those legs grow weary
And cannot carry you
Over the hills and far away
To where daydreams escape
From minds lost to the notion
That life is for the living
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 22, 2021
Wednesday, April 7, 2021
Each night
21/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Each night
I look up
Out the window
At stars
And the moon
And the infinite black
I see
Lost civilizations
Forgotten people
Born and gone
Before our eyes
Without our knowing
The tremor
Of a planet
It’s heart
Spewing forth
Destroying itself
From the inside
The twinkle
In the distance
Of a world
Undisturbed
And at peace
For millennia
Each night
I look up
Out the window
At stars
And the moon
And the infinite black
I see
Lost civilizations
Forgotten people
Born and gone
Before our eyes
Without our knowing
The tremor
Of a planet
It’s heart
Spewing forth
Destroying itself
From the inside
The twinkle
In the distance
Of a world
Undisturbed
And at peace
For millennia
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Wednesday, January 20, 2021
Sometimes, I Wonder
21/01/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Sometimes, I wonder
Not about the big things
But about the small,
The insignificant things
And whether they are,
In fact,
The most important things
In the world or,
At least,
My world.
Sometimes, it’s ok
That I didn’t save the world
Because I don’t think
I’d know how to do that
And, besides,
Maybe I am
Saving the world
One recycled bottle
Or saved litre of water
At a time.
Sometimes, I forget
That individuality
Doesn’t mean insignificance
When I can change
Myself,
My thoughts,
My actions,
My whole attitude
And make this world
A little better.
Sometimes, I am overwhelmed
By the hill I must climb
And the burden I carry
But, then,
Who else but me
Will bear my own troubles
For, if I cannot save myself,
How can I possibly
Expect the same from others
When they stumble.
Sometimes, I am strong
And there is nothing
I cannot accomplish,
No battle I can’t win
And no friend I can’t help
For simply being
An ear to listen,
A hand to hold,
A mind to understand –
Someone with whom to share.
Sometimes, I wonder
And it’s ok
That I forget
Or am overwhelmed
Because I am strong –
Because I am me.
Sometimes, I wonder
Not about the big things
But about the small,
The insignificant things
And whether they are,
In fact,
The most important things
In the world or,
At least,
My world.
Sometimes, it’s ok
That I didn’t save the world
Because I don’t think
I’d know how to do that
And, besides,
Maybe I am
Saving the world
One recycled bottle
Or saved litre of water
At a time.
Sometimes, I forget
That individuality
Doesn’t mean insignificance
When I can change
Myself,
My thoughts,
My actions,
My whole attitude
And make this world
A little better.
Sometimes, I am overwhelmed
By the hill I must climb
And the burden I carry
But, then,
Who else but me
Will bear my own troubles
For, if I cannot save myself,
How can I possibly
Expect the same from others
When they stumble.
Sometimes, I am strong
And there is nothing
I cannot accomplish,
No battle I can’t win
And no friend I can’t help
For simply being
An ear to listen,
A hand to hold,
A mind to understand –
Someone with whom to share.
Sometimes, I wonder
And it’s ok
That I forget
Or am overwhelmed
Because I am strong –
Because I am me.
Monday, January 11, 2021
The Change in Me
12/01/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
I thought, as I grew older,
I would change much more than I have
But I am still the same person now
As I was when I was sixteen.
I am still the insecure little girl
Who doubted her abilities
Yet always tried her best
Regardless of the result.
I am still that hopeless romantic
Who craved love and affection
But never seemed to find it
Or even knew where to look.
I am still that anxiety-ridden teen
Scared to face the world
For fear of anything and everything
And nothing at all.
The change in me is insignificant –
Now I see my insecurities,
The hopelessness, the anxiety –
But what good does the seeing do?
No matter how hard I try
The doubt, the desire and the fear
Stay with me like a second skin,
A part of me I cannot remove.
I thought, as I grew older,
I would change much more than I have
But I am still the same person now
As I was when I was sixteen.
I am still the insecure little girl
Who doubted her abilities
Yet always tried her best
Regardless of the result.
I am still that hopeless romantic
Who craved love and affection
But never seemed to find it
Or even knew where to look.
I am still that anxiety-ridden teen
Scared to face the world
For fear of anything and everything
And nothing at all.
The change in me is insignificant –
Now I see my insecurities,
The hopelessness, the anxiety –
But what good does the seeing do?
No matter how hard I try
The doubt, the desire and the fear
Stay with me like a second skin,
A part of me I cannot remove.
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Death Everlasting
28/12/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
When I die
Do not my body bury
For what good will it do
Six feet underground?
Take what you can
And gift it,
Allow someone to live
When I cannot.
Let my heart sing
In someone else’s chest
That they may love
And live again.
When I die
Do not my body bury
For what good will it do
Six feet underground?
Take what you can
And gift it,
Allow someone to live
When I cannot.
Let my heart sing
In someone else’s chest
That they may love
And live again.
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Thursday, December 10, 2020
Mood
08/12/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation
I’d like to escape from myself sometimes
When the sadness overwhelms me.
It’s always with me, deep inside
A sinking melancholy dragging me down.
I am forlorn and in despair,
There is nothing I can do
No saving grace to pull me through
And I must only survive this downheartedness.
I am not worth the time or effort
To repair my broken soul.
Just abandon me here,
Because I am not of any value.
It is laughable that I should be held
To be the best person for the job
Regardless of what the position is,
I will never meet the requirements.
I hate myself for feeling this way
But there’s no one to blame by myself,
Every day, I must atone for the wrong
That I have wrought every day prior.
I think about the world without me,
How much better that might be.
If I weren’t here to screw things up,
And no one would miss me anyhow.
I don’t want to go out to the movies,
Or read that book you recommended.
I don’t want to play football this year,
I just can’t be bothered anymore.
People say they’re trying to help
But they don’t stick around very long,
They get tired of me and leave,
Not that I blame them for that.
I haven’t slept in so long,
Not real sleep, anyway.
I lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling,
Wondering why I’m even here.
I don’t eat anymore.
Not unless I’m forced to.
The doctors say it’s unhealthy
But they don’t really care.
I just want to be left alone,
To stay in bed and not do anything,
I don’t want to move, or work,
Or talk to these people who say they’re friends.
Don’t talk to me right now,
I can’t focus on what you’re saying.
My mind is off, somewhere,
Anywhere but here.
No, I don’t know what I want to put on,
I don’t care what colour it is,
Why are you asking me to decide?
I don’t know what you want.
I stood at the top of the cliffs
I swallowed all the pills in the cabinet
I drove into a tree at high speed
But none of you will let me go.
The pain I feel is excoriating,
Every joint aches all the time.
I just want to be free from it all
And to not have the agony prolonged.
My bag is packed and under my bed,
Like it has been since I was twelve
I don’t want to be here
But you won’t let me leave this place.
Nothing I do is right,
I can’t live like this any more
The constant attempts and failures
Are eating away at my very soul.
You all have it so easy,
You breeze through every hurdle.
I hate what this world has made me
And I hate the world as well.
One day I will burn this place
And everything it contains.
Maybe it will take me, too,
And I will be at peace.
I’d like to escape from myself sometimes
When the sadness overwhelms me.
It’s always with me, deep inside
A sinking melancholy dragging me down.
I am forlorn and in despair,
There is nothing I can do
No saving grace to pull me through
And I must only survive this downheartedness.
I am not worth the time or effort
To repair my broken soul.
Just abandon me here,
Because I am not of any value.
It is laughable that I should be held
To be the best person for the job
Regardless of what the position is,
I will never meet the requirements.
I hate myself for feeling this way
But there’s no one to blame by myself,
Every day, I must atone for the wrong
That I have wrought every day prior.
I think about the world without me,
How much better that might be.
If I weren’t here to screw things up,
And no one would miss me anyhow.
I don’t want to go out to the movies,
Or read that book you recommended.
I don’t want to play football this year,
I just can’t be bothered anymore.
People say they’re trying to help
But they don’t stick around very long,
They get tired of me and leave,
Not that I blame them for that.
I haven’t slept in so long,
Not real sleep, anyway.
I lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling,
Wondering why I’m even here.
I don’t eat anymore.
Not unless I’m forced to.
The doctors say it’s unhealthy
But they don’t really care.
I just want to be left alone,
To stay in bed and not do anything,
I don’t want to move, or work,
Or talk to these people who say they’re friends.
Don’t talk to me right now,
I can’t focus on what you’re saying.
My mind is off, somewhere,
Anywhere but here.
No, I don’t know what I want to put on,
I don’t care what colour it is,
Why are you asking me to decide?
I don’t know what you want.
I stood at the top of the cliffs
I swallowed all the pills in the cabinet
I drove into a tree at high speed
But none of you will let me go.
The pain I feel is excoriating,
Every joint aches all the time.
I just want to be free from it all
And to not have the agony prolonged.
My bag is packed and under my bed,
Like it has been since I was twelve
I don’t want to be here
But you won’t let me leave this place.
Nothing I do is right,
I can’t live like this any more
The constant attempts and failures
Are eating away at my very soul.
You all have it so easy,
You breeze through every hurdle.
I hate what this world has made me
And I hate the world as well.
One day I will burn this place
And everything it contains.
Maybe it will take me, too,
And I will be at peace.
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Monday, November 16, 2020
Waiting for Inspiration
17/11/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
Do not wait for life to happen
When life is what we make it.
Be the person you dreamt of being
By reaching out and grabbing your dreams.
Sitting back and watching the world turn
Will not move you forward in this life.
Break through the fear of the unknown
Like an animal escaping from a cage.
Create the experiences you desire
And do that which brings you joy.
And if you find yourself adrift
Be inspired by what life throws at you.
Do not wait for life to happen
When life is what we make it.
Be the person you dreamt of being
By reaching out and grabbing your dreams.
Sitting back and watching the world turn
Will not move you forward in this life.
Break through the fear of the unknown
Like an animal escaping from a cage.
Create the experiences you desire
And do that which brings you joy.
And if you find yourself adrift
Be inspired by what life throws at you.
Friday, September 11, 2020
Paranoia
10/09/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation
You wound me with your words,
They bite and scratch and claw,
The offend my sensibilities
And you do not offer to withdraw.
Though many may just let them slide,
You insult me with your remarks
That flow freely from your face
Without regard for the ire it sparks
I do not trust a word you say
And your actions betray your thoughts.
I have cracked the code you use,
I see through your ones and noughts.
You tell me you hold my secrets
But your eyes tell me you lie;
I hear my fears repeated back to me
And I wish for you to die.
Don’t you dare tell me I’m wrong
When I am nothing of the sort
Your criticism will not provoke me
When your arguments are fraught.
You say I’m overreacting
When I don’t take to your ugly declarations
But should my tears not flow freely
When you’ve turned against me whole nations.
You try to tear me down at each turn,
Spreading rumours like grist to the mill,
You want to destroy everything I have –
My art, my passion, my will.
You don’t want me to be happy,
Rather see me suffer your lies,
Treating me like a leper
Until there’s nothing around me but flies.
I always need to defend myself
When you hurl accusations at me
Or imply that something is all my fault
When it couldn’t possibly be.
You don’t listen to my explanations –
I repeat them ‘til I’m blue in the face –
But You tell me I’m wrong every time
When you know that’s not the case.
I don’t want to argue with you
But you won’t see things from my perspective.
You make me want to shake you
Until you aren’t as defective.
I yell, and I scream, and I shout,
And I punch holes in the lounge room wall
Because whatever I do isn’t good enough
And we must defer to your call.
But I don’t want to bend to your will,
I want to make decisions without compromise,
To take action based on my own choices
And for there to be no reprise.
I am the master of my own domain,
The king of my own castle.
You will not bring me undone
Or placate me with a shiny parcel
I cannot forgive the wrong you have done
And I will never forget them;
They haunt my every waking thought
And my dreams they do condemn.
They stain my opinion of you,
And scar every memory I hold
You damage me beyond all recognition
And leave me feeling cold.
I know you talk about me
When I am not in the room,
The whispers hidden behind hands
Are louder than a sonic boom.
I see all the deceit that you spread
When you think that I’m not around,
Fooling yourself that I don’t know
That your lies are not bound.
I’ve never liked the way you act,
Sneaking around like you’ve something to hide
And never giving me all the answers –
Even when I’ve caught you out, you’ve lied.
Your friends are not who they say they are –
They’re two faced and devious –
And I know you’ve told them my secrets
Going beyond mere mischievous.
I can’t trust anyone anymore,
All because of you.
I have no one to confide in
And you won’t get your due.
Once they hear your treacherous lies
They don’t believe a word I say.
But I will take my revenge
And you will rue the day.
I can’t be with anyone
In any romantic fashion.
They all leave me in the end
And I am bereft of passion.
They say I’m not the person
With whom they fell in love.
All I want is to find someone
Who fits me like a glove.
But that person isn’t real, you know,
Because you’ve turned them all away,
You take, you pinch, you steal from me,
But they’re just silly games you play.
It becomes harder to face the world outside
When danger lurks at every turn,
When people are against me
And want to see me burn.
I see their true intentions
But they hide their malevolence towards me.
They wear a mask of innocence
So the rest of the world won’t see.
My bosses will not promote me,
They keep me stuck in this dead-end job
It’s all designed to wear me down
So they can feed me to the ravenous mob.
They are afraid of my intellect,
That I will outshine them, every one.
Their small minds can’t see my vision
And they won’t stop ‘til I am done.
They listen in to my conversations,
They probably trace my calls.
Stealing my ideas and thoughts
My protest on deaf ears falls.
Each day they try to bring me down –
They conspire to see me fail.
Everyone is against me,
Their plot is beyond the pale.
They will not get the best of me.
They will not drag me down.
I see through their diversions.
I will wear the crown.
You wound me with your words,
They bite and scratch and claw,
The offend my sensibilities
And you do not offer to withdraw.
Though many may just let them slide,
You insult me with your remarks
That flow freely from your face
Without regard for the ire it sparks
I do not trust a word you say
And your actions betray your thoughts.
I have cracked the code you use,
I see through your ones and noughts.
You tell me you hold my secrets
But your eyes tell me you lie;
I hear my fears repeated back to me
And I wish for you to die.
Don’t you dare tell me I’m wrong
When I am nothing of the sort
Your criticism will not provoke me
When your arguments are fraught.
You say I’m overreacting
When I don’t take to your ugly declarations
But should my tears not flow freely
When you’ve turned against me whole nations.
You try to tear me down at each turn,
Spreading rumours like grist to the mill,
You want to destroy everything I have –
My art, my passion, my will.
You don’t want me to be happy,
Rather see me suffer your lies,
Treating me like a leper
Until there’s nothing around me but flies.
I always need to defend myself
When you hurl accusations at me
Or imply that something is all my fault
When it couldn’t possibly be.
You don’t listen to my explanations –
I repeat them ‘til I’m blue in the face –
But You tell me I’m wrong every time
When you know that’s not the case.
I don’t want to argue with you
But you won’t see things from my perspective.
You make me want to shake you
Until you aren’t as defective.
I yell, and I scream, and I shout,
And I punch holes in the lounge room wall
Because whatever I do isn’t good enough
And we must defer to your call.
But I don’t want to bend to your will,
I want to make decisions without compromise,
To take action based on my own choices
And for there to be no reprise.
I am the master of my own domain,
The king of my own castle.
You will not bring me undone
Or placate me with a shiny parcel
I cannot forgive the wrong you have done
And I will never forget them;
They haunt my every waking thought
And my dreams they do condemn.
They stain my opinion of you,
And scar every memory I hold
You damage me beyond all recognition
And leave me feeling cold.
I know you talk about me
When I am not in the room,
The whispers hidden behind hands
Are louder than a sonic boom.
I see all the deceit that you spread
When you think that I’m not around,
Fooling yourself that I don’t know
That your lies are not bound.
I’ve never liked the way you act,
Sneaking around like you’ve something to hide
And never giving me all the answers –
Even when I’ve caught you out, you’ve lied.
Your friends are not who they say they are –
They’re two faced and devious –
And I know you’ve told them my secrets
Going beyond mere mischievous.
I can’t trust anyone anymore,
All because of you.
I have no one to confide in
And you won’t get your due.
Once they hear your treacherous lies
They don’t believe a word I say.
But I will take my revenge
And you will rue the day.
I can’t be with anyone
In any romantic fashion.
They all leave me in the end
And I am bereft of passion.
They say I’m not the person
With whom they fell in love.
All I want is to find someone
Who fits me like a glove.
But that person isn’t real, you know,
Because you’ve turned them all away,
You take, you pinch, you steal from me,
But they’re just silly games you play.
It becomes harder to face the world outside
When danger lurks at every turn,
When people are against me
And want to see me burn.
I see their true intentions
But they hide their malevolence towards me.
They wear a mask of innocence
So the rest of the world won’t see.
My bosses will not promote me,
They keep me stuck in this dead-end job
It’s all designed to wear me down
So they can feed me to the ravenous mob.
They are afraid of my intellect,
That I will outshine them, every one.
Their small minds can’t see my vision
And they won’t stop ‘til I am done.
They listen in to my conversations,
They probably trace my calls.
Stealing my ideas and thoughts
My protest on deaf ears falls.
Each day they try to bring me down –
They conspire to see me fail.
Everyone is against me,
Their plot is beyond the pale.
They will not get the best of me.
They will not drag me down.
I see through their diversions.
I will wear the crown.
Sunday, August 23, 2020
Life Didn’t Go as Planned
19/08/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation
Life never goes exactly to plan
And that’s okay.
Learning to accept that
Is a big part of being
In this crazy mixed up place
We call existence.
Friendships form and break down
Filled with love and heartache
Laughter and tears and loneliness
And all the other ups and downs
That go along with sharing this space
With other members of the human race
Games are won and lost
Trophies gather dust in boxes
And participation certificates
Lay discarded in forgotten draws
At parent’s houses until they pass
And you accidently rediscover them.
Jobs have their raises and promotions,
As well redundancies and resignations
And the call into the boss’ office
To be fired, for something so often
Completely beyond your control
And that knocks you for six.
One day we’ll look back
On all the events that have made us
Hoping that not too many have broken us
And maybe relive those monumental things
That tore our world into a million pieces
Or fell gloriously into place just for us.
Because one day we’ll run out of days,
We’ll use up all those days and months
And the years will be behind us,
And what we made of this miracle
Will define our entire universe
And how we made it through, unplanned.
Life never goes exactly to plan
And that’s okay.
Learning to accept that
Is a big part of being
In this crazy mixed up place
We call existence.
Friendships form and break down
Filled with love and heartache
Laughter and tears and loneliness
And all the other ups and downs
That go along with sharing this space
With other members of the human race
Games are won and lost
Trophies gather dust in boxes
And participation certificates
Lay discarded in forgotten draws
At parent’s houses until they pass
And you accidently rediscover them.
Jobs have their raises and promotions,
As well redundancies and resignations
And the call into the boss’ office
To be fired, for something so often
Completely beyond your control
And that knocks you for six.
One day we’ll look back
On all the events that have made us
Hoping that not too many have broken us
And maybe relive those monumental things
That tore our world into a million pieces
Or fell gloriously into place just for us.
Because one day we’ll run out of days,
We’ll use up all those days and months
And the years will be behind us,
And what we made of this miracle
Will define our entire universe
And how we made it through, unplanned.
Tuesday, May 5, 2020
A Decision in Time
05/05/2020 – Iso Well-Being Compilation
Today I might to decide to get a puppy.
Not just any puppy – A rescue puppy –
Not because I must but because
It exists within me to care.
Or maybe I’ll be a cat instead,
They seem so much more independent
And I wouldn’t have to take them for a walk,
Just make sure they don’t eat the bird.
Today I might decide to save those few dollars
That I would have spent on a takeaway
And put them in a piggy bank
Safe for a rainy day.
Or I might give it to the homeless guy
Who looks like he needs a hot meal
And, though it won’t buy much,
It’s more than he’s had all week.
Today I might decide to eat a salad for lunch
Because it’s time I looked after myself
And stopped over-indulging
On comfort foods and junk.
Or I might have the slice of cake
That was left over from my birthday
Because it’s not right to waste food
Especially when it’s so delicious.
Today I might decide to go for a run
To get the blood pumping though my veins,
Air flowing through my lungs,
And my muscles stronger than before.
Or I might sit on the couch under a blanket
And binge watch that latest TV show
That everyone’s raving about but of which
I don’t quite understand the premise.
Today I might decide to read a book
And get lost in its pages,
Captured by its characters and themes,
Transported to a different realm.
Or I might go to bed earlier than usual,
Get a full night’s sleep for once,
And hopefully wake up refreshed,
Not like I’ve been hit by a truck.
Today I might decide to get excited –
About what, I don’t know –
But I will approach it with enthusiasm
And overbrimming with the trill of it.
Or I might just plod through the day
Avoiding conflict and surprise,
Having a day where I simply exist
And don’t have to exert myself.
Today I might decide to follow my dreams
And change my career path,
Take on that role I know suits me
More than any other has done.
Or I might make the best of this job,
Creating the role I want for myself
From within the existing constraints
And blowing them to kingdom come.
Today I might decide to choose the right guy
To settle down with for the future
Who treats me as I should be treated
And accepts me, faults and all.
Or I might choose Mt Right Now,
Who makes me feel exponentially good
If but for a fleeting moment in time
And then disappears into the ether.
Today I might decide to catch up with friends
Who actually get me,
Who rejoice in my absurdity,
And who understand my weaknesses.
Or I might hang with new friends
Because then I can pretend to be someone
Infinitely different from who I am,
If only for a day.
Today I might decide to love myself
Because if I don’t, who will?
And I deserve to be loved
Just like everyone else.
Thursday, April 23, 2020
Drowning
24/04/2020 Iso Well-Being Compilation
It feels like I’m drowning,
Sucked under by the current.
It’s interminably slow.
My eyes want to close
But I can’t let them.
I can’t sleep now.
I’m trying to breathe.
Trying to keep my head above water
When it would be so easy to let go.
There’s an ache all through me,
Like I’ve run a hundred marathons
Barefoot and without rest.
Even my heart aches:
A horrific, slow ache
That never leaves.
But while I’m clawing up
There’s little to hold on to.
I don’t know which way is up.
Instead of hearing my screams
They drown them out
With their own noise.
Instead of a helping hand
I’m being held down,
Held under.
Instead of being the calm,
They are the storm
And I weep.
I pray to an empty sky
For a lifeboat that won’t come
As wave after wave overwhelms me.
I cry as I go under,
Sob into the void,
Tasting the salt on my lips.
This dirty mask is no protection
Still I drown down here
And dream of what might have been.
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Monday, August 18, 2014
The Hourglass
Tip the timer over
Let the sand run through
Watch as it trickles down
Into the once empty base
Use the time as best you can
Do not dilly-dally
Soon no grains will remain
And then where will you be?
When all the sand has fallen
And none remains above
The next generation will come
And turn it over again
But the same cannot be said
For the seconds of your life
As they trickle through your fingers
And flow over your thumbs
Colour the grains of sand
In all manner of vibrant hues
Make your world an artwork
Priceless in anyone's estimation
Carry your hourglass with you
Do not sit and watch it run
Merely touch it in your pocket
To remind yourself it's there
Let the sand run through
Watch as it trickles down
Into the once empty base
Use the time as best you can
Do not dilly-dally
Soon no grains will remain
And then where will you be?
When all the sand has fallen
And none remains above
The next generation will come
And turn it over again
But the same cannot be said
For the seconds of your life
As they trickle through your fingers
And flow over your thumbs
Colour the grains of sand
In all manner of vibrant hues
Make your world an artwork
Priceless in anyone's estimation
Carry your hourglass with you
Do not sit and watch it run
Merely touch it in your pocket
To remind yourself it's there
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