Time, the anxious-maker
Constantly mindful of
At rest, life most smooth - faced is.
Yet who's known it to be?
Best placed they, for to swear
The improbable!
Drowsy besides, where the boats
Moored and anchored are.
Whilst echo a gong, afar
In their peace-inducing
Waves, down on a shore that beat.
And repeatedly.
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