Poem The lost second
Poem The lost second
The passing seconds
Reaping benefits often
Giving different reactions
Making a smile proud.
If we lose one second
Even when the lost were to be found
The gains were not abound
Things looked less worthy.
Then it is not like a room locked
We can cope that lost second
Search it with an amateur s eye
And fix the things like a crown.
So that there will be
Lots of things that are sound
And the world will wear
The precious crown in the time abound.

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