Work Ethic…

Gotta get moving, gotta go,

Take a shower and dress,

Of late comes first my job,

I really feel as if I am being robbed,

For the more I work, the less I write,

I know that the job is for the best,

It is where I get fed, only right…

But still in all, I want to write on certain days,

This being one of them, want to take the day off,

And sit here and write, write & write some more, herein I must scoff,

For I still have to do the work thing, my ethic therein being strong,

Don’t like to take off a day, unless I am dying,

Today I am quite literally “dying” to write; here I am not lying…

So as always, I will go in, for my 10 or 12-hour day,

And my three to four hundred mile drive, I will strive,

To make my day more fun, to enjoy it & not to shun,

My duties on long distance delivery runs…

But be back later, I will,

Trust me herein I still,

Need to write, need to use my quill,

So to speak, as my computer is what I use therein,

To still my aching lil writers elf, till I get home later,

Putting my job once again on the shelf,

And writing to my little hearts content,

So you all can profit or not, that is my intent…

       © ed – 3/17/04