I hate the tick of a clock each day.
It’s ticking all my time away.
Its hands are turning much too fast
making my life unable to last.
If I had my way clocks would be gone.
Then my life could go on and on.
I’m not in tune with any clock.
All they do is tick and tock.
I don’t ever look at a clock anymore
‘cause when I do it’s 4: 44.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem