There Are No Seconds

The thing about time is
There is too much of it
We squander it like loose change
That weighs our pockets down
While it elapses

Nickle and dime minutes
Of little value
When the account is full

The thing about time is
It passes quickly
Tiny grains of sand
No match for gravity

It never waits

The thing about time is
There is never enough of it
It leaves us begging for seconds
While we feast on
Our last supper

It keeps ticking
Even when your heart stops

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