How many things can one man know
Or have the time to do in a day?
One more to-do which can't be late:
These numbers in those numbers out
( I'm losing some, I have no doubt )
And in the midst the simple chime
Of txt which brings you back to mind.
And this is just a way to say
I'm not ignoring you today;
Just a busy, just a stressed,
Without the time to be what's best:
What's best, I think is just to laugh
And lean into my arms again
For life is not a paragraph
And days should be much better spent.
Lunchtime poetry. It must
be done by lunchtime, and
so sometimes the quick
craft shows through - the
exposed mortar, the spots
the run together or fall
apart...
... lyrically speaking, we
must all be done by
lunchtime.
