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.