Worry Scurry Scurry Worry
I used to take work home with me.
Worry. Scurry. Scurry. Worry.
Taking no time to speak to my family.
Paying them no attention at all.
All of this worrying and scurrying depressed me.
Sad and mad, I would take to my bed.
One nap would not suffice, so I would take two.
Leave me alone! I would yell to my children.
My children are grown now.
It is their turn to not pay any attention to me.
I am wiser now and do not bring my work home.
But it is too late.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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