Burnout

  1. BURNOUT


    Once the brain was sharp and clear,
    Confident, vibrant, nothing to fear,
    Every problem a wave to ride,
    Nothing too massive, the world on my side.

    The years roll by,
    Age takes its toll,
    Not quite so healthy,
    Not quite so whole.

    Now that strange unfocused feeling,
    Every problem a low, hard ceiling,
    Sometimes I feel I just don't care
    But they still need me,
    Am I still there?

    So busy writing about their fears,
    You haven't time to wipe their tears,
    Or sit and listen to their talk,
    Of times when they could love and walk.

    Its budget this, and policy that,
    and negative this and negative that.
    Common sense has gone for good,
    Along with any positive mood.

    I don't feel this is now my world,
    Driven by money instead of care,
    Burnout maybe, I don't know,
    I'm trapped in this world,
    And I feel low!

    Copyright Nightmare 2007
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  2. 2 Comments

  3. by   Thunderwolf
    Yes....a reminder of some of the cruel realities we all must face, cope with, and move beyond.

    Nicely done.
  4. by   ElvishDNP
    I hear ya, friend.

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