Chronicles of Time
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I got a pendulum in the house.
Ticking away to every thought.
My notions attentive to its motion.
I relapse at the laps of every hour.
Slipping away like quicklime.
The final lap should come before I collapse.
How do I make my seconds rhyme?
When my mime is at its prime.
Because this time surely cost’s a dime.
If God had a petition court,
I’d ask him to slow down his Chronometer.
Ask him for one more hour on the clock.
One more day on the week.
One more week on the month.
One more month on the calendar.
One more time to ask for more time.
To make every minute minute count.
To leave a good chronicle in time.
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