Time, How Long Shall I Wait? Poem by Rubab Meraj

'Tis true that time passes slower than ever,
It feels as if this world is forever,
And you eagerly wait for it to pass,
The minutes like hours, but alas,
We can do nothing but sit and wait,
Until time arrives, this is our fate,
But what is more sorrowful,
Is that time is not plentiful,
When the moment arrives which you are waiting for,
It's a shame, a horror and grief, help me Lord,
The state i'm in, of the pause of time,
Nothing is right, nothing is fine,
The clock ticks as slow as can be,
I wait for the time when i am free,
Free from hurry, free from worry,
I'm waiting, waiting desperately,
For the lovely sensation,
Of my great vacation,
Lord! Make the clock tick faster,
This moment is a total disaster,
And when time is here,
Make it move slower again,
But now I slowly fear,
And I think, what a shame,
What if this was my test of tolerance,
I must not be tense,
And go back to hitting the books, it's a sorrow,
But what can I do? I've got an exam tomorrow!