I thought there was time,

Plenty of time;

Everything's fine

The hours are mine.

But they withered away,

Wandered astray;

Then were betrayed

And can't be replayed.

There is no time,

Not that much time;

Tomorrow may not be

For it's never guaranteed.

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• Date written: March 9, 2017 • Word Count: 43 • Line Count: 12 • Stanza Count: 3 •