Struggling to Rest
Sometimes I’m tired from head to feet.
From morning to night, on the run.
I need to stop and have some fun.
And give myself a little treat.
Yes, rest and relax in the sun.
So I determine that I will,
With a little wish and some hope.
It’s like I’m reaching for a rope.
And trying not to take a spill.
Looking for ways in which to cope.
And this may come as quite a shock.
That though I try with all my might
to relax, I put up a fight
against the nagging, ticking clock.
But when I stop, it just seems right.
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