Shoreline waves are clapping sands
Taming edges straight and true
Making pathways horizontally
A corresponding shingle stew
Mournful seagulls swooping low
To catch the rush hour on the road
As commuters make a rapid dash
Avoiding teatime overload
It is the moment of imperatives
A race to pass the winning post
It’s not the hunt for those in front
But those behind we’ll miss the most
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