Once I was busy, tired and anxious
With all the tasks that were given to me
No free time, no relaxing, always working
Now I lose sleep, waste time and am depressed
As I struggle to find something to do
I search the never ending forests
Shaking the trees for fruit
Most times my shaking is for nothing
Other times I may find a fruit
Only to realise there is nothing inside
Sometimes a monkey will see my labours
And take pity on my plight
They come down fruit in hand
Then they become mischievous asking for payment
Something in return for the lovely sweet fruit
I show them my wares, the things I have to trade
They say it’s not enough and take the fruit away
I envy my friends and family, busy as can be
And here I am stuck, searching, hoping, praying
For something to do
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