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Days pass and days go

Deeds and choices

Will surely show

As the months drain

The minutes drizzle by

The second past one will by now die

By two the waiting hour hand lies

Stretching and Yearning for the next moon tide

Past three and past four

Intersecting through the core

Through five and six

The flow of numbers mix

By seven and eight, the date is quite late

By now, you may choose your fate

Nine and ten tick on and on

Seeming an eternity until dawn

Eleven and twelve makes their mark

Decisions made and surely parked

Are lifted up through the barrier

Time passes through the eyes of the carrier

Listen please, decisions do not last an hour

Until the day ends, time will cower.