The Big Ben is talking to me

Telling some lies about my age

Something I should immediately forget

I don’t trust numbers

They look really strange

Unless they are on my doctor’s prescription

Indicating the truth I need to get

Isn’t it like some sort medicine

To be used as a preventive measure

Against anything I want?

I was told it is helpful

I was told I should have a lot.

Written by : Vica Demici