How Do I Continue? - Poem by Mary Nagy
My every muscle hurts.
I fight my eyes for sight.
It seems my day just starts...I blink
and once again it's night.
Just let me please lie down my head.
I must just be too weak.
How can I accomplish all I must
when a nap is all I seek?
I burn the proverbial candle
of course both ends are lit.
Sometimes I feel I can hardly stand...
it's all I can do to sit!
It never seems to ease up
this pace of life full-tilt.
There's rarely time to smell the rose
before it starts to wilt.
God, help me through these rough times.
I promise to really try.
I promise that I won't give up.
I can't promise not to cry.
My tears so often cleanse me.
My soul just seems to ache.
I need your strength to hold me up.
Have pity for heavens sake!
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