Tuesday, April 21, 2015


Rushing to rest and all for nothing
Working for little pay is wrong
Yet it's something we all do
We can never get our feet back on ground
Every up situation gets turned around

There is no rest for the wicked

Going home to do some more work
Cooking, cleaning, care-giving, never stops
It never ends, yet goes unnoticed, unappreciated
When you start looking for a sign
You start running out of time

No rest for the wicked

©Diana Jillian

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