Twenty Four

  Why with twenty four hours in the day, do I find none with which to play?

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  Two to exercise and my good health, ten forsaken in the name of wealth.

  Eight sacrificed to the Morphean abyss, one to food so I may still exist.

  So what of the hour that yet remains? It ponders the others and just complains.