It's getting harder finding time for doing all I need:
Getting any writing done, or sitting down to read,
Or eating with my family, though I do not concede
The struggle getting my tasks done, not that they would such heed
It's getting harder finding time to do what I desire,
Cooking days' first meals or last upon the fire,
Sitting at my leisure and, by reading, climbing higher,
Not within an ivory tower, but a fairer spire
It's getting harder finding time to do what must be done,
Concluding all the many works I feel I've bare begun,
Playing games I've started and that I have not yet won,
Played now out of duty rather than because of fun
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