The Jangler
I am the moment when you find yourself still...
I am the walk, when you journey uphill.
And when your eyes close and there's
nothing to hear...
I am the pulse that thumps in your ear.
When you wake another morning,
Still hoping for the most...
I am the trembling...
As you butter your toast.
And when you kneel to the ground...
praying once more for ease.
I too am kneeling,
The jangler of keys...
My prescense is frail, feeble, and sheer
I am the breath that quickens with fear.
I am your duration,
and brief are my gifts...
I am the ice in the glass that shifts.
And if I could say but two words with haste...
Those words would be...
Don't Waste... Don't Waste...
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