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I made an appointment with my old friend Time. 
It had been a while since I met with that companion of mine.

I wanted to express how he was taking advantage of me.
A criminal offense to our friendship, in the first degree.

He walked out in the middle of our meeting
I felt ignored, with bruised and hurt feelings.

What rude behavior!? This is not except-able!
So I made plans, to trap Time in a bottle.

I would hold him hostage.
and then he would have to listen.
My thoughts will be acknowledged.
this will be the primary condition.

I learned early on that time is hard to arrest
He is the master at slipping away, at best.

But, alas, I was able to catch Time off guard.
He was trapped in my corner, and in my radar. 

I demanded that he get into my domain.
He pursed his lips and told me I was insane .

He said that his frustrations were the same as mine.
That I took him for granted and paid him no mind.

I stopped using him wisely, is what he expressed,
before he dashed off with a flash leaving undetected. 

Yes, trapping Time is inconceivable, 
but I thought about what he shared.
Was I the bad friend? Was this even believable?
Could it be that I was the one impaired?

I guess I treated Time's company like a chore.
I took for granted he would always there.
But there will be a day when Time will be no more.
He needs to be cherished and handled with care.

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