old man time
his back aches
he's tired and worn out
he never gets a break
the sun has risen
but never set
his day grows longer
and longer
never to cease
he's tired
never a moment's worth of peace
poor man
decrepit with old age
he still marches
at a regulated pace
keeping everything
at the proper space
he never gets sick days
or ever has an emergency
monotony is the only thing
that keeps him company
doomed to a life
of repeated solidarity
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