Bonnie B Long

Rookie (Chicago)

Time - Poem by Bonnie B Long

I sit here thinking all day of you
while you sit there killing yourself its true
You're working yourself to death
no personal time do you have left

Your family and friends are quite bereft
that you have no personal time left
Trying to make all your projects come true
Means there is so much that you can't do

It should always be family first
Your time is something for which they thirst
Your famaily and friends are by your side
We cheer for you we haven't lied

I miss your calls, your texts, your time
And yes because of this I will whine
Maybe its time to think about all you do
and how to manage time so you have time for you

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 29, 2011

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