Do Bother
I hear a voice say:
Don't bother me
I'm working.
It echoes.
Hmmmm...
sounds familiar.
I look away from my work
realizing it must be my voice.
So I stop what I am doing
and now I want to know,
to whom am I speaking?
“Pray thee, spare, thyself at times: for it becomes a wise man sometimes to relax the high pressure of his attention to work.”
This poem was originally shared as part of Brian’s Daily Poems on August 13, 2020.
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