Disliking what you’ll go through
To get to next, you forget
You’ll get through next to the next,
This list’s alien burden
Of the things that seem to loom,
And they do loom, but you’ll live
Them, live through them, and they’ll be
Gone, or you’ll be. Got through them,
And half the time pleasantly.
The brevity of the hours,
Proliferation of next,
More next to next to do.
The sun that has to go must
Come back as more sun again.
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