Hours of Life
celebrate the hours of life
which stand on the scale
weights and measures
tipped and spilled
seconds are always in control
as the pedestrian walks
between his life and on coming traffic
the roulette table of if
WHEN is the future ?
yes it is !
but i can't understand ?
what was when . . . . . . .
and now she has arrived
and blankets the ground in white
ruffled and wrinkled
but that was yesterday
trouble caused a riff in when
in fact, the time has come
again in the hours of life
manage when manage life
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