Busy Bee

I'm as busy as a bee,
woe is me, woe is me.

Been on the phone,
all morning long.
No issues resolved,
only a frown.

Thought I'd relax for the week,
but that was not to be.
Trouble creeping up my doorstep,
that I don't have time to see.

The bee has it easy,
programmed in its flight.
While I scramble here and there,
just to make it right.

This busyness will cease, I guess,
on that fateful day.
When I keel over on the job,
and finally go… my way.

Busy Bee

Drawing by Beh


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