Workhorse
The barrage of texts
fly in again.
Voluntary overtime.
Could make a third straight week
of a six days on
one day off
continuation
of sheer exhaustion,
all the while trying
to keep the words churning
and not lose hold
of what little left
I have of me.
Begs the question…
What’s the price of money?
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Philip, you work so hard man. Always have. At your job, at your working. I’m damn proud to know you. I wish you didn’t have to work so much! I know you’d write more and I’d get to see you more, Workhorse.
Chris, I’m damn proud to know you as well. Thank you for your comments both here and on the poem a few days ago. They have been very uplifting. It’s my hope that once I get the car paid off a little more, I’ll be able to take it a little easier again. Until then, just doing what I can!