What is an hour? Is it that much time?
So crucial, so important, so divine?
Is wasting one that serious a crime
That if I do I ought to then repine?
Or are they merely constructs we design,
Poor imitations of importance, made
To stand in place of time, and be a sign,
But hardly worth the effort to upbraid
When lost? Are we to treasure them, or spend
Their essence freely as we please? I know
That though activities on hours depend,
I only choose to mark them as they go
When they are wasted: so they are no use
Except to calendar our time's abuse.
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