Quitting Time (#538)

Is it not yet time to leave?
Even if I tried hard to believe?
I know. I know. It’s not time yet,
Probably nowhere close I bet,
I hate the old waiting game,
It sets my patience aflame,
The clock doesn’t want to budge,
Every minute is like a trudge,
I’m counting every grain of sand,
I’m watching the clock’s hand,
Every minute feels so long,
Why can’t the day move along?

Any Thoughts?

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