Or minutes to get done,
What has to get done by a certain time,
And you're feeling tension,
As someone once said to me in that case,
You're not feeding the poor,
Which really provided some perspective,
And made my shoulder blades achy no more.
Then I walked down the street, a snowy day,
Cold enough to freeze balls,
Said, "no," as I passed a man with a cup,
On my way to the mall.
It was so true!
I'm not feeding the poor,
I am too focused on not feeling like,
I've responsibilities anymore.