Why…Don’t…I…

Why is it when I plan to spend time writing, I’m needed by everybody?

Why is it when I’m relaxing, someone wants something?

Why is it when I’m sleeping that someone phones me?

Why is it when I’m about to eat, there’s a knock on the door?

Why is it when I want to shut down the computer, an email/ message comes in?

Don’t get me wrong, I do get to write…

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to help…

Don’t get me wrong, I love people who phone…

Don’t get me wrong, I love having visitors…

Don’t get me wrong, there’s only spam emails I dislike…

I just wish at times I have more time to write.

I just wish at times I have super powers.

I just wish at times I can answer in my sleep.

I just wish at times people come earlier and eat with me.

I just wish at times my computer answers emails for me.

by me: Chrissy Siggee

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