Sometimes I’m asked, “How do you do it all?”
It’s nothing miraculous in the least,
I keep moving and try to keep spinning
Plates the best I can while they seem to fall.
I do fail, too often, when I need to
Not as I find myself curled in a ball
Waiting for the next thing to bruise my soul.
Thoughts come though, sitting up against a wall,
“I’ve learned something here. I’m not such a beast.”
It’s a remarkable underpinning
That allows me to stand and bugger all.
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