A person walked past me and asked,
"What time is it?"
"You have valour in you to ask this.
The hour is not wonderful at all.
The time is just making us sad.
It is tearing life apart,
looting away people's hopes.
And, you still want to know, what time it is,
just to sadden you more.
You should rather ask, at what time, will this time get over."
The bemused person as sets to leave,
"By the way brave man,
it is one thirteen."
©mrpoem
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