So little time

Redeeming the time

Seems to me the rhythm
Of my days
Might underscore the error
Of my ways.

Dirty dishes, beds to be made
Language consulting
Bills must be paid.

Feeding the family
Priority tasks
Moments are stolen
The question I ask
When is my time
To practice this craft?

I throw down the words
In an orgy of haste
Spew out my thoughts
Lest a moment I waste.

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