Another day, another to-do list
Two pages long, fists start to clench
Endless effort, you do your best
And at the end of the day, some are left unchecked.
You say: “I must do better tomorrow,
I should have gotten more done,
I really tried my hardest,
But I only finished some.”
A day full of work, but the tension remains
Your clenched fists aren’t relieved
Saying “only, but, should” and “must”
Only minimize what was achieved.
Perfection is ideal, but not attainable
And that is okay.
Do what you can, but take care of yourself.
Tomorrow’s a new day.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
Another day, another to-do list
Two pages long, fists start to clench
Endless effort, you do your best
And at the end of the day, some are left unchecked.
You say: “I must do better tomorrow,
I should have gotten more done,
I really tried my hardest,
But I only finished some.”
A day full of work, but the tension remains
Your clenched fists aren’t relieved
Saying “only, but, should” and “must”
Only minimize what was achieved.
Perfection is ideal, but not attainable
And that is okay.
Do what you can, but take care of yourself.
Tomorrow’s a new day.
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