Thirteen minutes,
counting down,
counting down the little time left,
so, tired, and weary,
but not of words bereft,
yes, thirteen minutes left,
exhausted but still blessed,
with the love of language in my heart and no stress,
and what could be better,
than words which fill my mind all the time,
and that of which I can never get enough,
and that make me happy,
every time I put pen to paper,
there is happiness in my mind,
and warmth inside,
and a smile upon my face,
and I stress no stress!