Falsely telling the truth always.
Tenaciously ticking you off
Here and there.
Making you rush as you impatiently
Pace yourself Like a private college by the Brooklyn bridge.
This was built in 1883.
And that was this evening.
Good night!
Would you like turkey bacon
And orange juice with that?
Embrace yourself and never try to be A punk
Tual timeless tired tyrant
You go out and get wasted
And they say you can never be regained.
What was done in the past can never be renamed.
But the past is the present’s future.
And as it was passing, it will be valued
As presents in the future.
It was a long wait for a short arrival.
Righteous ridiculous recorded reasons requestioned rhetorically.
But we all know how precious time is.
It traps you in the future.
Never stopping for you.
It’s impatient.
Waiting on no one.
Today was fall,
Yesterday is June
and next weekend Is Halloween
and Christmas is around the corner
So we might as leave our Christmas trees up
All year around,
because today is Independence Day
But the forecast said it is snowing tomorrow. So live today like tomorrow and live tomorrow like next year.
Because no matter how many times you ask,
You will never know what time it is.
Author: Sean L Brereton
Buy his book, As Eye See The World
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