The Restless Days Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

The Restless Days

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Mondays to Fridays are my restless days,
Early dawn to the wee hours of the evening,
Still not all the stones unturned,
Many need to be touched and tapped,
Several require attention and evaluation,
To meet the set deadlines of submission.

The main goals of works have been almost
forgotten, Even the live wires almost lost,
The water drain, energy black out
In an instant, light collapse and the heart
beats in ryhtmic resignation,
But the instinct propels to move
Who cares to take charge the gear
The gear only the head of the family holds,
The dream to rest comfortably is
Everyone's business, yet, no one ever
Feel the comfort one's needs in a
RESTLESS days of work.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Grace Montejo 27 March 2012

This poem tells us that everyone of us has its own restless days. for workers, they are always in a hurry to finish their task. for student, are very busy nowadays studying a working their projects. the important thing is that we wont forget to do what's right for us. like. spending time with our family. even though. we are very busy. we must not forget to do things that can make us happy. it's not good to be workaholic. w e should know our limitations especially when it comes to our health. take time to relax and go on vacation with the family and friends. there always time to be busy and work hard. but make sure that you know how to manage time so that you will have time for yourself and family as well. Mary Grace M. Montejo BSBA 1C

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Susan T. Aparejo

Susan T. Aparejo

Gingoog City, Philippines
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