Inertia has me in its grip
So many things I could do
Yet none of them done
I wonder if I sleep all day
Will my longing run away
Or will I continue to hunger
Something has to be done
Removing myself from listless
Make of myself something useful
Give me a moment
And I'll get up
I tell myself
Yeah...right.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
This is how I don't get sick
Everyday I get up
Sit all day at work
Come home for bed
Each weekend I rest
recuperate from the week
get ready for monday
There are no visitors
on a weeknight or weekend
just occasional family
There is no spouse or kid
because taking care of me
is hard enough
On rare occasion
I do extra chores
or steal a moment of fun
Mostly, I live within
the limit set by my body
getting ready for monday
This is how I don't get sick.
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