Seconds and Minutes hurry and scurry
about in numbers too great to count ,
Hours fritter and waste all our
expectations in an off-hand way ,
Days left alone whisper amongst themselves
and in the end we incur their displeasure ,
Weeks harbour thoughts in secret
and keep them hidden from us ,
Months wreak their petty vengeance
whilst our backs are turned ,
Years dream and scheme and slowly and
surely draw their plans against us.
