Theres never enough time within the day
As the old fashioned rhyme does say
As a people we must move move move
Eventually agrueing there is a groove
On the floor from where we pace
And often time against the clock we race
What time is it is what we ask
Then when answered we run very fast
Meetings seem always on the run
Never pencil in time for any fun
Always late never on time
Tardiness is marked as a crime
Was there ever a world that was not so coiled
At a time when people could have leisurely toiled?
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