I stole from Father Time
and concrete jungle pressures
and weighty responsibilities
and pounding duties
and rewarding commitments
and the work I love passionately
but that enslaves me
and shrieks for all-night unpaid overtime
to
feel
and I wrote
a poem
and whilst
I
feel
guilty
for doing that
I know
I am
not.
(6 April 2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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