Not enough,
Hours in the day,
Not enough,
Bits left to play.
I am feeling each pull.
I am trying to stretch.
I am going without sleep.
At times am a wretch.
I am doing my best,
In a time not ideal.
They are judging my choices,
But don’t ask how I feel.
I do long for the peace,
That clarity delivers.
We may not be perfect,
But please be kind to the givers.
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