Fast the clock hands turn and yet, day on day with no regret, I watch the candle burn in haste with no concern for this great waste. Dawn the hour now of my sight into the dourness of my plight and of this sadness I now write as closer looms my now learned fate.
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I like what you did there! The final sentence really gives this poem a nice, hard finish.
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