I was cleaning out some books and stumbled upon some short poems I wrote in 2015. Here is one of them!
I am weary
Of being told not to be weary
Yet when I am at ease
I’m told to put my relaxation on freeze…
For there is much that calls my attention
So I am aware and go everywhere
Then I am told, as a friendly recommendation
To ease up a bit and take a vacation.
So I pack up for it only to be told
There are pressing matters here – put your plans on hold!
You can imagine how weary I get
When told not to be such
For when I take it light-heartedly,
It still seems to be too much!
~
–A.S.
2015