Making a Living
Where does the time go?
I blinked
And it was gone
One day
Bleeding into the next
And what once was mine
Now belongs to somebody else
I fill it with their expectations
And I do it so well
I come home exhausted
And waste mine
Doing nothing
Quiet mornings
Weave into busy days
That turn into tired nights
A sleepy Cinderella
Who turns into a pumpkin
By 9pm
Day in
Day out
Doing more for others
Than I do for myself
I'm making a living
But it doesn't quite feel
Like a life
Brava!!! You speak for legions .....
ReplyDeleteI really think the work week needs to be shorter because two day weekends are not long enough.
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