Chafing at the clock, like lost seconds
Were picked from our pockets by its hands
We huddle in the drizzle of our discontent
Instead of splashing smitten in our grace.
Dreams minted with Hope's young ink
Can only be cashed from within
Memories bend and arch to give us lift
Stolid wings of committed being
Land again in life's galoshes.
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