A week in time

A week in hours is nothing more than seven sets of twenty four.

But not to normal rules does time consent, a week depends on with whom it’s spent.

When it’s with you it runs so fast, longer though I wish it would last.

Now like time so quick, away you’ve flown. Last week and weeks ahead are mine alone.

Where once time ran swiftly away, now each day’s a week, each hour’s a day.

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