Too many things to remember,
too many places to go.
Today's events erase the things
yesterday I was supposed to know.
the calendar fills,
where did all my time go?
I want to enjoy myself a little,
do something fun,
with no educational value.
No time for myself,
everyone needs me,
for this and for that,
where's the time for myself?
Assignments and deadlines
loom before me,
an everlasting pile
that never slows its growth
above the amount I can finish
in the little time I have
for myself.

Lindsey Milton 1996

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