This started out as lyrics I wrote in the early 1990s. I re-worked the lyrics into a poem on August 24, 2009. It's about being busy and not having time to do the things that you want to do.
These days, it seems
I have no time to give
And no time to live
All I do is work
And I feel
I have no time for me
And no time to see
The world around me
And so it goes
I have no time to rest
And no time for guests
There's no time for fun
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