Sunlight accosts my tired eyes
Warms my sleepy skin
Phones ring; people talk
Worker ants build an empire
I watch; contemplate
Time takes prisoners
Willingly they punch the clock
Calculate their days
Summer sings her song
Nature mourns the changing world
Fall stands on stage left
I wait; ponder; think
Elusive answers hover
Well beyond my reach
So I give a gift
In writing from me to you
A pitiable haiku
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