This is a poem I wrote on September 20, 2010. It's from the point of view of a person that is very busy and is lamenting the fact that they have no time for themselves.
Trying to stop and catch a deep breath
Before I wear myself down to death
But there's so much to do, and so little time
I wish I had some time that was mine
Work seems to come from every which way
And it keeps piling on every day
Some days I get so tired, but I can't rest
And all this work is an unwanted guest
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