Why is it that time
spent working
passes forever
and that happiness
splits so fast
it seems almost never.
Confusion abounds
and boredom born.
While the seconds
are whiled away,
in vain attempts
procrastination beckons.
Do you fall privy
to the waste
of the one thing
that is priceless?
It can't be returned--
Start celebrating.
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