On my feet

Work, work, work

Life is a contest
The tough can make and reap success
But it’s so lonely up here
Tis’ a place made for the few
Telling people what and how to do
A desire to stay afloat
Would take a toll on your boat
One should be firm but remain soft
In order not to end up
Feeling stressed and burn-out.

Feel so tired at the end of the day
Yet I must stay put and be happy
For what would happen if I wouldn’t be?
Can I just curl up and stay away?
When mundane things sometimes go messy
Could I ask somebody?
To take over just for a little while
So I can catch my breath
Renew my strength
And be on my feet again.

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