Tired but kind
Work is relentless. Immune defenceless.
This is no manflu I tell you.
This life has no energy left to pass the test.
I’m not at my best in body and head.
Every part of me hurts. Too ill to flirt.
Too ill to care, to do my hair, just wrap it up in a bun.
Don’t care, so there.
Adjust to my way.
Have a lovely day.
Have a heavenly day,
Just be on your way.
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Author:
Aa Harvey (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Exhaustion, tired , worn out all come through in this poem. A lovely write
Thank you.
You are most welcome
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