Divisions of time



Tiny minutes

Tiny hours

Fences of man,

Dividing our lives

Into segments

Of fleeting time.


Moments are savoured,

Relished as quickly

Passing but

Never gone.

Memories remain

As lifeboats in time.


Man hurries

Into the next second,

Never pausing,

“I’m late, I’m late!”

Too little time

Too many division.



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