Two Minutes to Midnight

 
Tomorrow is another day
But soon it will never be so far away
I struggle with the poem and elusive rhyme
As I glance at the clock, it seems to eat my time
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There is no quarter given for any deadline
I must complete my tale and deliver what’s mine
As I shoulder the night and try and finish the page
The words come slowly they seem to take an age
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But tiredness beckons, my mind needs to rest
I shall finish the poem tomorrow afresh
The old church bells sing, from a different age
They declare a new day, a brand new page.