I got nothing done today,
A poem or two
was not why I was hired.
But the work I’ve done today,
the searching of my soul,
the words I’ve written to you,
I can’t help but think
they were meant to be said
by me, on this very day.
If I’d been doing my work,
these words would have been forgotten,
been left unsaid.
When I die,
I’d hate to be told,
a little too late,
that my work here on earth
had very little to do
with my day job.
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