At first, timer was lenient,
My speech ran for long.
“Still time,” I muttered
Timer took time for me.
Time flew so fast,
And her wings closed.
One, Two, Three…, Time
Don’t slip by was my song.
Four, Five minutes…,
The clock’s tick continued.
Trying to make my point,
T’was strictly for five minutes.
There was no added time,
The audience called me off.
My nonsense made no sense
In the high-profile meeting.
Read – Give the Child a Chance – A Poem by Elizabeth Akunyili, Nigeria
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