Time just edges along
Causing arms to outstretch
And tired young faces to wince

Today, the world rushes by
In the shroud of their cold-dead eyes
Every sound, a death rattle before silence

Every generous new breath is forgotten
The bounty of this life, overlooked
In the haughtiness, of a teary-eyed yawn

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