The Time Table
We are programmed; From infancy to adulthood for monogram, To climb clinging on life's ladders With closed mouths and opened ears. Like sacrificial lambs, we follow. The time table bestow. We are tossed up and down, To fit into the time table own. Even in the tough rough situation, We cling to the allocation With bitter smiles to please programmer. Sharply, we loss ourselves lower. While dangling, we fall out, Tired of the time table drought. Madly, the programmer screamed. No delay, cling fast,
