Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Father Time Clock

If Time checked in on
me half as much as I
watched the whiskers grow by
the seconds and minutes on his face,
I’d expect, perhaps, he’ll confess playing
the role of a prankster, too –
Making others feel robbed of an hour, or two
from their night, pushing them into workday hours
the day lengthens, dragging out, it grows and grows
without any overtime,
5 0’clock shadows

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: expectation

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