I am so busy.
There's the washing
screaming to be put on.
The carpets need vacuuming,
the bathrooms are waiting,
and the weeds in the garden
seem to have grown bigger
suddenly.
A friend rings,
emails need checking,
and a book needs editing.
Homework must be helped with,
dinner prepared and cooked,
and a meeting attended.
There are twenty four hours in one day.
Sixty minutes in an hour.
One thousand, four hundred and forty minutes
each day.
God asked me for five.
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