The time has come they said
When tiredness would flood my head
When working nine to five
Would eat my soul alive
When stacking shelves late at night
Just to keep the budget right
Would make me fall apart
And stop my playing the part
Of mother,father, bread winner
Councilor, miricle worker and home maker
I had to stop and look at me
When my head forgot to see
That health and wealth
Do not live on the same shelf
One walks in corporate ways
The other in balmy country days
Copyright Demici @ 13 January 2022