How do you waste the most time every day?
Time sits quietly in his wallow,
Drowning in the shadows of forgotten days.
Soon a harsh truth comes to follow,
Reminding us of all the moments that slip away.
Seconds flicker past like fading breath,
Minutes drift like leaves at breeze.
Hours linger heavy with silent regret,
Yet no one notices how Time grieves.
Days pile up like broken promises,
Months dissolve without a trace.
Years stretch long in empty spaces,
While Time suffers the ache of being erased.
Time is always constant and true,
Yet no one truly sees his face.
Lost in the rush of what we pursue,
Time’s left behind in the forgotten place.
Though forsaken, Time continues on,
Hoping someday someone will see.
But for now he sits all alone,
Waiting to forever be a memory.
A TEACHERble Moment 
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