Let The Time Tickles You Poem by Didith Marcelo

Earth was made a circle,
Evolving to consume the present,
The clock is tickling,
Reminding me the end is coming,
The night seems so fast, like a blink of an eye,
The day is faster, swiftly consumes the restless moment,
No one knows when is the certain time of the end,
But a hint was already given,
Everyone is deaf and blind,
Wrapped up in enemy's duty,
Though calamities and tragedies tickle,
But the realization was choked in the darkness,
Damaged her and over there,
Still, they think life must go on.
The same issue and the same routine work every day.
But blessed are those who served God and keep an eye on Jesus.