12 hours.

After secondary school every boy must be a man; for college and life beyond, I must have a plan. First I shall plant myself, then branch and grow; spread my leaves all around me, a hue of green they will glow. Soon enough, my fruits shall ripen; so sweet and tender and gay. As I enjoy those orbs, I will continue to live my life day by day. Thanking God and thanking Him; for this wonderful life above the rim. So I say, "hours like rose petals; only a dozen remain. For my childhood shall leave and inevitably wane."