The time is just not right..

Do warriors who wear armours
Brave or are they coward?
If they are wise then so am i
With my bulwark to all the passers by
I am the seconds ticking in a clock
At 60, I’ll be done
Ive had enough words left behind
For every passer by to find
Sometimes, I do find the casket
that fits
And pour my self into it
But every single time..
The time is just not right.

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