No Time

at present
so busy
no time

time keeps slip
slip slip... sliding away

so busy with work
so busy with myriads
of things needing to be done

a working solo mum
is always on the run
so little time to get all done

not enough time
contained to work in each days sun
to complete so many errands
she must continually run run run to get all done

stop take a breathe
stop take a needful rest
stop take a needful quiet peaceful rest

rest body spirit soul
rest body spirit soul then rise
rise to spread the loving glory of your light

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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