Time

The sand in the hourglass is growing thin. The end is at the its closest, ever drawing near. I never knew that time would win. The teacher warn, but I never lent an ear. I am now awaken from my daydreams. My pencil flies to make the due date. This poem is not as easy as it seems, But time is running out and it is getting late. Procrastination is coming back to me. I have learned a great lesson, yes indeed, That procrastination only gets a B. End procrastination! that is my creed. And now the due date is forever gone, I plead for more time, but time gives me none.