Time
Tick tock, tick tock
The time runs out
Battling through my work
The sweat pours out
My work this day
Is to beat the time
That ticks each day
To annoying rhyme
I hope to God
My work is done
And like a cod
Tempted by bait not yet gone
I might rejoice
In my brief freedom
Away from noise
From the bent iron kingdom
That angers and vex
My slothful soul
That wish a little rest
As its ultimate goal
©AdeayoPoetry
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