College Information floods my desk
My telephone rings constantly
Hundreds of people seem to be surrounding me
Classes one minute
Work the next
Family and friends after
I have to remember to eat and sleep
Damn it, things need to slow down.
I need to breathe, sleep, calm myself.
And in the mist of this chaos I have to remember to
Get over you.
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Splendid penning, Amber...Though some 30 years removed from that unforgettable chaos...your poem gave me a spark of deja-vu..Solid Work, young lady...keep that pen of yours pumpin' ~ F.j.R. ~