The biological clock goes tick, tick, tick.
Pulling, alluring, driving one mad.
Constantly calling, begging, promising.
If one does not answer, one becomes sick.
Mentally tormented from the biological click.
The woman begs, connives, and schemes.
Hoping and praying to raise a child.
Obsessing for the chance.
Her focus stuck on baby dreams.
Every minute evolved around it, or so it seems.
This is Mother Nature’s greatest trick.
Infecting and inflicting most women.
Deep down inside, they want a child to raise,
Though it throws life into constant conflict.
Mother Nature’s ploys are rather slick.
As the biological clock begins to brew,
Stealing and changing your sanity,
Taking away the serenity you have,
What will you do?
Will you let it take over you?
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Tick, Tick, Tick
by Stephanie Daich
