A Time to Nap

Posted on March 10, 2017 by Charles Yallowitz
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 Muscles ache
And thoughts limp along
The week has not been kind
Brutal in its hours
With deadlines at your heels

A break comes within sight
Glistening on the horizon
Blocked by papers
appointments
And traffic forged from Hell

Even as your workload cries
Thoughts of sleep appear
The fun to be had
With even a day of peace
The sky may be the limit

So file your forms
And flip off the printer
No more jams until next week
For off to home you go
To reunite with life

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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8 Responses to A Time to Nap

  1. John W. Howell's avatar John W. Howell says:
    March 10, 2017 at 12:28 pm

    Sounds like a pre-writer life. Nice one.

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  2. L. Marie's avatar L. Marie says:
    March 10, 2017 at 1:17 pm

    This reminds me that I still have to do my taxes. I already feel like taking a nap.

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  3. Traci Ashbe's avatar tracikenworth says:
    March 11, 2017 at 2:57 pm

    I feel this way every Fri.

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