There is this clock

           Leisurely, it ticks and talks.

                      Feshman year is swinging slow,

                                 Grades are easy,

                                            The work load, frivolous.

There is this clock

           Leisurely still, it ticks and talks.

                      Sophmore year is trickling by.

                                 Grades come smoothly for

                                            The work load is mislading.

There is this clock

           Furiously ticking ang talking.

                      Junior year runs away,

                                Grades are harder to come by,

                                         The work load is intense.

There is this clock

           Ticking and talking.

                      Senior year runs by in a blur,

                                 The word responsible has real meaning,

                                            And I know that I have grown.

There is this clock

           And with every tick and tock,

                     I know I am prepared

                                For the future I now see.

But have I grown enough? Can I reach my future now?