I Don't Like It Poem by William Deutscher

I Don't Like It

I don't like it
anymore than you.
Time's gathering dust
no matter what we do.

I don't like it,
time's moving away.
Fleeting flurried wisps
on any given day.

I don't like it,
whither shall we go?
Time's trapping trick,
All that we will know.

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