Tick tock tick tock
There runs the minute hand.
No pity that am still fixing myself
What have you been doing all along?
It barks at me.
Hours quickly passes by
Day, night, new month, new year
My mission still unaccomplished
What an enemy you are to me
Pressure after pressure
You pressurise me
Quickly you run and overtake me.
I try to hide even high on mountains
But you squeeze yourself
There you are tick-tocking
Like a tick trying to stick on me
How long will I bear with you?
Time after time
You are timing me.
By Elizabeth John
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