Precious Time

Where did the time go?
Was I disorganized?
Was I too slow?
I don't know.

It's just gone.
Out of sight--Kaput!
I said, " Right away."
Into my mouth went my foot.

So, here I struggle,
With the river of time.
Swimming upstream,
To wrack my mind.

Time is so precious,
The clock does not stop.
I must be careful,
Or my time will be up.

And so I ponder,
Wasting my time,
How will I will finish,
This new rhyme?

Sorry.  Time's up!

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