Fallen
Behind
In
The
Daily
Grind.
The
Taxes
Must
Be
Done,
But
Feeble
Strength
Relaxes.
My
Canvas
Begins
To
Cry
When
I Pass
By,
But
I Have
This
Writing
Task
To
Complete,
And
It’s
Beyond
Sweet,
Lord
Knows,
To
Push
The
Chores
Away
And
Spend
The
Day
Immersed
In
Prose.