Poem -

How much time

-Z.E.B.

 People tend to judge real quick, 

they tend to choose,I continue to lose, they continue to pick 

and it makes me sick it makes me sick it makes me sick 

they continue to pick,I continue  to get sick, time continues to tick...

and I wonder how much time I really have left?  
The more I think, the more it becomes clear
time is an enemy that’s both loved and feared

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