Dear little Paper Clip
holding together
my work
and subsequently
my life
You keep my chaos
nice and tidy

I could just tear
out all my hair
Rip up all my papers
Quit my job
and be a broke
artist

All the pressure
my endless list of
things to do
The never ending
questions that I
never know
the answers to

But then there you are
little yellow Paper Clip
calm in your role
you understand
your place and I
almost envy you

You keep it all
together
and you look good
doing it

Today I will try
to be
more like you.