An Amaranthine Age

In equal amounts each year

It is this we must fear- 

For a day cannot expire without it; 

Such a prized possession we the people hold dear.

 

One cannot injure her; she is but air.

Another will fail to outrun, 'tis fair.

But as the race rages on it is she

Who becomes most precious, full of dare.

 

No other creature has means to measure- tick.

Humans beware, sick hereafter her highness will make you,

Always by the rising pitch of the cock.

No other being has reason to treasure- tock.

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