Physio, rego, sugar, and bread
Its 4.36am.
I woke in a panic, gasping for breath.
Laundry, lawns mowed, and appointments to set.
I try to ease myself with a poem.
But my to-do list marches relentlessly restless.
Physio, rego, sugar, and bread
Its 4.36am.
I woke in a panic, gasping for breath.
Laundry, lawns mowed, and appointments to set.
I try to ease myself with a poem.
But my to-do list marches relentlessly restless.
I know this all too well!
So true!