No rest for the weary
An ever increasing awareness of time
And the responsibilities scattered about
Shattered, frazzled, dazzling with my whims
Sharing smiles, concealing frowns
Whilst within, parts exhausted and worn
Yet pressing on for the call, the cause.
Willing to embrace a cry
“My cup runneth over”
Flowing into the confines, the mounds that surround
Never surmounting to the fears
Reaching out to touch, to extend,
To mend the Love
A decision, an act of will.