Here’s the poem for a couple of days ago and it’s a continuing feeling. Anybody else feel it???
I start out in the morning with a good sized list,
I mean to check it off one by one,
and I work pretty steady doing my best,
but I never get everything done.
so I clap my hands, then stamp my feet,
and promise myself that tomorrow will be better,
but every single day I slip farther back
I wonder if I’ll ever catch up—
yes, I wonder if I’ll ever catch up.
