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AN EXERCISE IN FUTILITY

My time had come and I was not so keen
To leave this world – for with all pomp and frill
I had enjoyed its pleasures – and unseen
Where still to be enjoyed. Many still

Where trails which beckoned me with impish charm
So I engaged old Time in deep debate,
To slacken Him me thought would do no harm,
And on some problems make him speculate.

I said “To hurry is a brazen waste”.
He looked befooled; I added with a node,
“And if you must, then slowly slowly haste”
He chuckled, told me “move with a prod”

I didn’t argue, weep or make comment
For Time, the hunter, brooks no argument.

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