The work is done
And the project is filed
Editing is too soon
No time to start another
As an event begins to loom
What can a person do?
It’s been too long
And life still calls
You lose a day in thought
Guilt and shame
Will come to call
Nurtured by those who judge
Chores and errands
Will be your fate
If people see you idle
No sleeping in
Or watching shows
Without running yourself ragged
You end the week more tired
Stress higher than before
Free time became a curse
Because you were denied
By self and others
To truly enjoy your time
This poem really has hit a nerve with me, Charles. It is so very true. My son read your entire first book in 2 days in two three hours sessions. He is going on to book 2 now and will write a review of it for me to post and blog.
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Awesome. Glad he enjoyed it enough to read the 2nd.
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It’s hard when you have people counting on you to make their world right. The blessing is the smile you get as a reward 🙂
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I don’t get that smile or thanks nearly enough. 😭
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Sad theme, good poem, Charles.
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Thanks. 👍
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Sounds like normal daily life…
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Pretty much.
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What is this “Free Time” thing you mention? Are you an anarchist of some sort? Rebel scum, perhaps?
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I think free time is when you’re not locked in a room. That or those few minutes where you’re showering.
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You get time OUT of the room??
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Only to cook, do laundry, and run errands.
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You lucky bastard: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EI7p2p1QJI
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Can’t go wrong with Monty Python.
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