Workaholic
At end of day I sit and think,
What did I eat? or even drink?
Day is gone - what have I done?
Times pass as fast as I can blink.
Absorbed in work, love every stroke,
Always find some time to smoke.
Cigarettes enhance the mood
but are no substitute for food.
I feel there is no time to break
and nourishing refreshment take.
As long as I can feed my mind
then everything should turn out fine.
I wrote some copy yesterday,
I always have a bit to say.
Another thought comes to my mind.
Cast aside to later find
is something I can't seem to do,
must do it now and then unwind.
Words in mind are flowing fast,
have to get them on the screen.
Cannot let the moment pass
or else these words remain unseen.
Yesterday's unfinished work?
I know I put it somewhere safe?
Feel frustration coming now,
searching, reading, poor eyes ache.
Find the work and read it through.
Words all jumbled, run in one.
More things I feel I must add on,
sleep is calling should be gone
to my bed - this day is done.
© Copyright July 2006 Kenneth G Woolcock
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