Such a frugal word
Lives among the rich
Yet never heard
Lives within the poor
Where it is often kept score
Says so little
Costs so much
I wonder what is driving, the bus?
Within the loss
Of time abused
Reigns a king
Of Sorrows  name
Detached is such a little word
Yet climb it does
Within sight of lost doves
Where time and place
Creep neatly into their rite,
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