The time on our clocks, an idea created, by man,
it useful to track our past, along with creating future plans.
The years of our lives, our just numbers in time,
our age is the way we act, and think, with our mind.
Why do we have so many ways, to regulate time,
do we need all of them, are they there, just to confuse our mind.
There are seconds, hours, years, months, weeks, and days,
Many choices to keep track of time, all with a different way.
As you write the dates, and look at the clocks with cheer,
think, how many time's a day you do it, year, after year.
Without all of the ways, to keep track of time,
our lives would go on, with a little more freedom, in our mind.
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