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We Live and Die By the Clock
A Poem
“never grow up” —
that was the mantra
rallied through our youth
as we ran like Lost Boys,
pixie dust at our fingertips
but the days grew long,
hours bending under burden,
with time running fast
with nowhere to go
but down the drain of life
we thought we had it all —
the stuff of magicians’ kids
or billionaires’ prodigies —
and now we’re sipping wine
like there’s no tomorrow to mourn
the chase is our everyday sport,
that race to spin those money mills,
and we sit in cubes of desks,
daydreaming over what was
and what can never be again
when you knock on a door,
there’s always that chance
of being left out in the cold
while you beg for warmth
or any hint of human kindness
those doors slammed shut
too early, too early,
and we just never noticed
because…
