Overworked
When Covid began I became a workaholic
No time to dally, no time to frolic
At work before the sun has a chance to rise
Coming home long after stars dazzle the skies
Three days off in a month leaves little time
Taxman will be happy I'm working overtime
Workload is temporary it will surely descend
Will buy RRSP's to avoid paying at years end
Glad to still be working when others are not
Employment in nursing homes is a hotspot
Time well spent with the elderly in dire need
Worthwhile hours I have clocked indeed
But I need to learn, how to work to live
For if I burn out I'll have nothing to give
Living to work is not much of a life at all
I will start declining shifts when they call
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2020
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