- Another second ticks by,
- I lost it like the last.
- I'll catch the next one,
- I swear it won't slip past.
- I save them in a jar,
- Not filled one up yet.
- It sits in the cubboard,
- Beside the stoneware set.
- Place settings for eight,
- A week's worth of dishes.
- Its rude company
- For a jar full of wishes.
- And here while I wait,
- Yet another slips by.
- Rude little seconds,
- Not stopping to say hi.
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