Everyday

It’s a nasty thing

(when you stop to think of it)

to let everyday by

Like a bus of people

drops each one by

Till it’s just the creaky old bus

at the last stop

And it suddenly knows

it has no use any more…

All those days YOU lost along

Were what you were meant for

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