Its incessantly there
At least it appears
There's always more
To be spent

Sometimes you wish it would
Stay awhile
While other times you
Plead for it to leave

Its like an old friend
By now
You only see it
when its disapeared

You only start to appreciate
And reciprocate
When its gone
But now its too late


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