Time is a gilded gift
To offer or ask.
It diminishes in quantity,
Bound by its own law.
And yet,
She asks for more.
I argue:
My time is not
Environmentally friendly,
Reuseable or recyclable.
It's reduceable!
And therein lies
The problem.
You want the very air
In my lungs
Til eternity chimes.
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