Candy Land

The years get eaten up like candy,
Can’t stop indulging in time,
Doing the every day,
Worrying and preventing worries.
Grinding my teeth,
Facing the workday,
Making me old,
Wearing down my wick,
Burning my oil,
Looking back,
Looking forward,
The path is straight,
That follows the line of time.

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