Tick, tock goes the clock,
Ninety nine, One hundred.

People have different minds,
Some can only take a few insults.
Before a breaking point, their mind finds
And then death results.

People try to bring me down.
I am not like everyone.
In insults, I drown.
After lots of time I have outdone.

But, I’m not invincible either.
I cannot outlast time
Or even the attacks, neither.
I am far past my prime.

I’m getting close to death;
One hundred is my limit.
Yhen, I run out of breath;
I’ve been counting and I’ve almost reached it.

Tick, tock goes the clock,
Ninety nine, One hundred...