THE ERRANDS OF LIFE FORFEIT THE SOUL
The errands of life forfeit the soul
One needs time alone with oneself
To truly be what one is-
All day long I have been somewhere else doing things for others-
Now tired at the end of the day
I am at last where
I can write the few lines
Which mean what I am this day-
And though they be poor and bleak
Still writing them here
I know I am myself – at last.
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