Critique this poem

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Another One

When you’re a child you learn there are three dimensions: height, width, and depth.
Like a shoebox.
Then later you hear there’s a fourth dimension: time.
Hmm.
Then some say there can be five, six, seven…

I knock off work, have a beer at the bar.
I look down at the glass and feel glad.