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February 16, 2014
To wake from rest, only to find
that you still have a troubled mind
and the dull pain from the day before,
kicks in before you touch the floor.
And the problem that disturbed your slumber,
even when sheep you counted in great number,
has returned to challenge your point of view,
when under clouds you sit, awaiting skies of blue.
And when all decisions rest upon your action,
as others form queues for your reaction
to a problem that was never yours
but has been offloaded inside your doors.
Then to return to bed at the end of the day
with little accomplished, the mind in affray.
and without any ‘me’ time to flourish and grow,
can leave one disheartened, dismayed and low.
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