Although I seek to rest, the day drags on
The shining sun streams brightly
And the work cries out for doing
It never goes down for the nap
I myself would love to take
But hungers; I feed it
Clean the mess that follows from it
Clean the mess that comes yet later
Food all changed through being used
And as soon as I do one
Another calls
It is not as for my child, who
Came in time to feed and clothe herself
And who no longer needs me to wipe her
Tasks I do not miss
But will be ever thus
And I will stagger, sleepless, on
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