Here the hour comes,
Again.
Life’s a waiting game.
You start out new,
Wait for skills.
Then you’re older,
Wait for class to end.
At work, you watch the clock.
Clock in, clock out.
Clock ticking, tocking, singing tunes of time.
Then grim’s time.
Wait for it, at the home,
At the hospital,
Reliving only memories
Just to pass the
Clocking. Clock it. Clocking away.
Your chair awaits, every day.
CrazieCate Community Member 
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