According to recent reports
I’m at a stage in my life
When my hormones are telling me
To stop
To stop
Waiting on everyone
Like some waitress
In a coffee shop
To stop
Bending over
To pick up the clothes
Off the floor or
Load the dishwasher.
To stop
Laying back
Waiting for life
To come to me
To stop carving
The roast
And start
Carving out some space and time
For myself
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