Yesterday has gone to bed, but not
before patting Today on the back.
Tomorrow stands in the distance waving warmly at Tonight.
All the while, Time keeps both eyes open folding pages
together making sure not to crease the edges too much,
as it rocks in its chair to a constant tempo.
There are a lot of things still to be done in this
life, so I won't bother you with all the things already
accomplished.
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