Hurry Up and Get it Done

Deadlines screech demanding place

Insistent, endless, frantic pace.

Strictly taught from birth: ‘first comes work’

Then duty-family-obligations in the evening lurk.

Restful relaxation can wait until chores are done,

Amazingly little time left for life and fun.

Children carry on as taught, as they are told

Then when grown continue (daren’t break the mold).

Is it now therefore such a crime?

One hour a day- should I find the time?

Nothing. Nothing. Blessed nothing but me living gets done?

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This poem is an acrostic- the first letters of each line spell out a word.

That same word is shown in this poem- but it is expressed quite differently.

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