Running Out

Tme and Eternity go into a bar
Eternity leisurely sits down on a convenient barstool
Time with the appearance of having forgotten something
leaves the establishment in sudden haste,
"What's your pleasure Sir?" says The Bartender
unto Eternity,
"I am in no hurry," Eternity remarks, " but Time is running out."



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-03-26 at 00:56

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