"Time"
Minute by minute, hour by hour
the days keep marching on.
Day by day, week by week,
another year has gone.
Year by year the clock hands turn
then disappear from view,
decades pass and you realize
suddenly, how old you grew.
Why have I wasted so much time
living a life mundane?
I kept saying I’ll change it tomorrow,
though that tomorrow never came.
But it did come you see,
each day quietly but Denial said
my life is fine
So Time moved on, though you
begged it to stay
Denial will never stop Time.
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