I cannot relax and read a book
There is always dinner to cook
I cannot think of staring into space
I may miss a chance in the rat race
I cannot sit back and read a novel
There will be snow in the pathway to shovel
I cannot spend an extra fifteen minutes in bed
There is always breakfast to be prepared
I cannot invite friends on weekdays to tea
There is always kids’ homework to oversee
I cannot, I cannot, I cannot
I am tired of being that super robot
I now need to break free from this drudgery
And stop feeling guilty endlessly
Sandra Martyres
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cannot-12/
