by S.C. Kleinhans

Created on: August 19, 2009

I took time for granted

because I'd invented

a clever little machine.

Painstakingly painted

a pitiful patchwork

of purple, pink,

gold and green.

Twenty-two buttons,

thirty-three levers

plus eleven other knobs,

switches and handles.

I barely stuffed myself inside

as I was a bit too wide.

Carelessly clutching

several small candles.

Confusion and crying.

Desperation dying.

My marvelous machine

was hopelessly broken.

I'd also used up

my last gold token.

I tried then I cried

but I just couldn't fix it.

I was the master of Time

yet I had no time at all.

Time had definitely died.

I sadly stared

at my incredible

creation.

It had turned into

my final humiliation.

I wanted to give it

a decent burial.

But I didn't have

the time.

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