In the here and now

Waiting for no one
Lost and not found
The wisest counsellor
Equal to pounds

Extravagant expense
Unending relief
Bringing to pass
A robber, a thief

While quietly ticking
It takes us all
But a moment to say
As a sand grain falls

Naught to control
A gift freely given
A constant of change
The fourth dimension

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