Keep Pace

“I don’t have time to write,”

I sigh and mutter as I wipe

The sweat off my forehead

And long for bed.

“Time is passing me by,”

I cry and stutter as I type

Out endless chores that must be done

In order to beat the setting sun.

“I must find a way to slow down,”

I whisper and yawn as I search

For a forgotten place

Where I was once at ease

And kept a decent pace.

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