If, when the bell is ringing,
I feel there’s more to do,
But I am stuck hand-wringing
Running in circles, too
What then will come upon me,
If I am frozen still
And weariness has won me
To so deflate my will?
If, when the bell is ringing,
I feel there’s more to do,
But I am stuck hand-wringing
Running in circles, too
What then will come upon me,
If I am frozen still
And weariness has won me
To so deflate my will?
A Poem A Day 