Contiguous

As nighttime follows daylight,
As sidewalks hug the street,
As fingers fold to handshakes
And the music forms a beat,

The second hand sweeps constantly
Erasing yesterday.
And who will know the overflow
That swiftly slips away.

Is it not all connected
In some melancholy rhyme?
Are we to be suspected of
Diminishing in time?

And there are lessons to be learned,
And patterns to obey
In skillfully connected
Interactive interplay.

And daylight yields to nighttime,
And the street is sidewalk’s friend.
Our hands enfold in friendship
And the music never ends.

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