Time Begins To Dip Its Toe

I shouldn't watch the clock, But one down and three to go. I am such a anxious fool, As time begins to dip its toe. A welcome four day break, Will soon be down to three. In twenty four more hours, It'll have the better of me. For it'll be over halfway, That tipping point I fear. As time greedily devours, The hours I hold so dear. I should destroy that clock, A moral victory of a kind. To cease its incessant ticking, A countdown most maligned. We simply can't beat time, For it'll catch up with you. So I simply enjoy the moment, And find time to make do.