Left Hanging Poem by Laurence Overmire

The job is
The least productive time I have
Going through motions to make ends meet
Valuable minutes lost to insignificant others
While that which has import is
left
unattended.

But what can I do?
I don't know.
But I can see it coming
The time when, looking back
My old face in the mirror
Struggling with these words:
I had a family once.
I had a mate. I had a child.
I had dreams to live, stories to tell
And time to make a choice.

But I chose to survive, not to live.
And lost everything.

~ Laurence Overmire