Run, run
Run, run, run
All day long we run and run
From A to Z
From here to there
From dawn to dusk
No time to spare
Run, run
Run, run, run
No time to lose
No time for fun
Even though we run, run, run
No single work is ever done
Run, run
Run, run, run
Hurry up and catch someone
Don’t slip or trip; fall out of line
If you stop you’re left behind
Run, run
Run, run, run
Run
Run
Frank Solanki 
Oh boy–in days past this was me. Too much to do and not enough time to do it. Rarely feeling caught up (though there WERE times of fun, even amidst the bustle)! Your choice of words and phrasing, Frank, certainly capture the atmosphere of frenzy of such times!
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Thanks a lot, Nancy. Appreciate you taking out the time to read my work!
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Phew time to rest for sure!
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Nope! I won’t. Thanks for reminding me to slow down! The prize goes to the calmest! ✌🏽
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Wow!! You nailed it. What an exhausting poem. Excellent!!
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