the time being

takes most everything I leave for it
returns it in the oddest of places
if you would excuse me sire, may I borrow a moment of your time?
and of yours madam?
thank you, I promise to return them when I’m done
but I’m lying
I trade them all for tinsel
as soon as I’m out of sight

#worldpoetryday

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