** right time lost **
No time is the right time
Never seems to matter
Always something else to do
Something else on the plate
Always rushing somewhere
Always running late
A few words snatched from ether
Garbled toneless hurried
As scurrying off without time
To explain or express
How depressing such exchanges are
A snarl of frustration echoes
In words cast to wind
Stolen from my ear by clatter
Of work or train or tram or gym
There is no time at all
A crime without boundaries
When foundry of communication
Place and time to relate
No longer exists for us mortals
Rushed and rushing by perpetual fate.
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