It flows regardless, can't be quelled
We do our best – each gets his share
But time to call «our own» is rare.
Tasks and obligations fill
Our working days; hence free time: nil
Then friends and family pinch the rest
If we've 5 minutes – we are blessed.
We rise at dawn, work at top speed
Always someone in great need
We'd like to stop and smell a rose
Take stock perhaps - but on life goes...
Must we always be on call?
There is an «off switch» after all!
«Scroll-free September» might be fun
But ponder this, will work be done?
Can we survive without the Net?
So much is on line – and yet
Some jobs survive computer-free
Guides - like me - use memory!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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