I have so much to do.
I would be lying,
if I say it’s not trying
to do so many tasks
in the time I’ve been
given.
A part of me simply
wants to stop.
Close my eyes and flop
back onto my bed.
Pull the covers over my head
And dream my tasks away.
But I can not. If I want
a place to stay.
food to eat
and go to places to play.
So I will do my tasks.
Cross my fingers and toes
and hope that one day.
I will place pen to
paper and be pleasantly
surprised because there is
no need to write.
Because all the tasks have
been done and it
is finally, Finally!
Okay to lie
back and be a
sloth who
only gets down
from their lofty heights
to take care of basic necessities
and the rest of the time
sleep and eat!
~ Denishea Young
I wrote this poem due to the frustration I had about the amount of tasks that I had to do that seemed to never get done no matter how much I did. Instead they seemed to spawn more tasks for me to do thereby adding to my list more than it was subtracting. Have you ever had some days like that? Were you ever able to become the sloth?
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