The seconds go by with a tick and a tock.
The clerk stands there waiting, biding her time,
While the customer muses on buying a clock.
The street outside bustles with buyers and sellers,
And storekeepers worry if they have enough stock.
Second by second and minute by minute,
The time oozes by, until with a shock
The shopper realises that an hour has passed,
Gone by forever, while she stood like a rock,
And she's still undecided, her mind in a whirl,
She shakes head and shoulders, then chooses a clock,
And chides herself firmly for waiting those moments,
And pays for her purchase, and walks off down the block.
I enjoyed this. It's strange how some moments seem to go so slowly, and others race by. We are always wondering "where did they go?" The trick is to try and never waste them. :)
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