“It’s June - the year is now mid-way!”
Rocket-fuelled - my time has flown
Like the proverbial rolling stone
No moss to my feet is attached;
From all sides my free time is snatched.
It’s “Can you help? I need a hand”
Or “Something’s cropped up – quite unplanned”
Or “Might I ask you for a favour?
There’s a hassle with a neighbour”.
Each time I hear the doorbell ring
I pause and time again takes wing.
Intrigued I have to go and see
Who is there and who needs me.
The problem is that I enthuse;
Perhaps sometimes I should refuse
And carve out moments for myself
Take down a novel from the shelf
Ignore the constant ringing ‘phone
And let world fight on - alone!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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