Minute Fifteen

There is no time like today

Dreams of tomorrow that will never come

Yesterday, full of regret; that day is done

Time is acting without delay


Never enough time is same

As forever having time until never

The clock of paralysis—so, clever

Numb is day that almost came


A minute stolen; a minute per token

The hand stops at quarter of day

Hungry is the man who must pay

An hour glass, now, broken


In fifteen minutes

A symphony I can write

Paint the sky a hue of red bright

In fifteen minutes


The world would forget

Lost forever without a witness

In fifteen minutes

I too…am filled with regret

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