This poem is obviously about too much to do in too little time, but it's also about regret, when too late:
Busy about
until you can
no longer busyUntil you've
Has been
run without
any amountOf time
you were
bequeathedAnd then
find out
the last thingyou care about
Has been
sold out
while you werebusy,
being busy.
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