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Who’s still our friend or just pretend

Life moves in loops

— work, rush, repeat — until days start
to sound the same. This poem taps into that rhythm, beating

like a drumline of time itself: Tuba-Tuba-Tuba, Rhyme-Rhyme-
Rhyme. It turns minutes into music, showing how fast they
jingle by, how easily whole seasons vanish
without notice.

But beneath the humor

and sound, it asks something serious:
When do we stop to think? The “Sabbath” here isn’t about

religion — it’s a pause, a metaphor for the rare moment we
step back, breathe, and look at where we’re really going.

The poem
reminds us that time off from just doing for the thinking,
evaluation and planning isn’t wasted time —it’s what keeps

our life from slipping into automatic motion.
Because without those pauses
“to think and stare”, even a full life

can pass by unheard.

So, the drift of the

“Remember the Sabbath day” is noted.
But the agile/scrum stand-ups, waterfall’s planning, Bi-
weekly status Zooms are NOT a personal level self judgment

and evaluation time, made-up and dedicated religiously.
How any thoughtful mind can skip it? A puzzle …

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