Left Hanging

The job is The least productive time I have Going through motions to make ends meet Valuable minutes lost to insignificant others While that which has import is left unattended. But what can I do? I don't know. But I can see it coming The time when, looking back My old face in the mirror Struggling with these words: I had a family once. I had a mate. I had a child. I had dreams to live, stories to tell And time to make a choice. But I chose to survive, not to live. And lost everything. ~ Laurence Overmire