Escape From Stress. - Poem by Brian Counsell
After working 80hours a week and always on call.
I suddenly found an impossible brick wall.
I slipped and fell and saw the light at the end,
Maybe a voice said your life you should mend.
My priorities are different, I am so happy with life.
No 15 hour days, no conflict or strife.
I work in my garden and my world has slowed down.
No pressure now, no stress and never a frown.
Maybe not quite true, but life is much better.
Which really prompted me to write this letter.
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