By Da Poet   

If you write to me I shall answer,
if you call me I will speak,
but if we reverse the order,
a once awesome skill becomes obsolete.

It seems you’re always busy,
no time for me no time for yourself.
When will you find the time to live,
and remove your life from off the shelf?

An assiduous workaholic,
getting it done without delay,
to occupied to know what day it is,
life's a raceway all about the biz.

Get a grip you’re not a robot,
you have feelings you’re not a machine,
stop working yourself into the ground,
take a vacation, take some leave.

Snap out of it,
find yourself,
take some time,
so you can breathe.


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