Anon
With not a single hobby,
and precious few friends,
Time has too much time on its hands.
For its appointments it arrives early,
always much too early.
I wasn’t halfway through February,
when, on my doorstep,
who else appeared but May in a hurry?
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2019
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