The Whirlwind Called Life
Living in a whirlwind
That’s how I would describe my life.
Go, Go, Go
From sunup to way past sundown.
Never-ending days
Constantly prioritizing the workload.
No time to breath
Before having to drop everything
To handle something more important.
Time truly has no meaning.
Everything…Everyday
Seemingly runs from one into the next.
I’m feeling as though
There’s nothing separating them.
When will the whirlwind called life slow?
No one can surely know.
But when it does
I will try with all my might
To be ready
For what my future has prepared for me.
Copyright © Anna M Shepard | Year Posted 2018
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