Feet don’t touch the ground

Alarm wakes me at 5

Doves coos are deafening

Sun ray yet to warm

Dew soaks the grass

Time is of the essence

Walking dog in the woods

No time for delay

Don’t disappear, not today

Kettle boils slowly,

Or is it me in a rush?

Car to the garage

Wait, time ticks again

Then hurry to work

No time for lunch

No time to stop, to breath

To think

Then work finishes

Time for a drink

Too tired, too rushed

Time to sleep

Feet don’t touch the ground

Tomorrow will be slower

And time will wait.

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