My mind, like a cluttered desk
lies burdened under piles
unrecorded emotional exchange.
I have dropped this week’s happenings
on the floor.
They are shed clothes
waiting to be picked up
folded and put away
into the closet of my story.
Copyright © 2004 by Violet Nesdoly
This time of year is often like that… too busy. We start classes, sign up for activities, get on the list to volunteer and before we know it, life feels out of control and as untended as a messy room. This poem is a reminder to myself, as much as anyone, to set aside some time for the things that keep me sane.
4 thoughts on “Too busy”
Love it..and so painfully true! Brenda
Thank you for your good poem and encouraging thoughts.
Thank you, Ellen!!