His writing is deteriorated
He’s even got cramps in his hands
His mind is a little bit frayed
Oh, and to top it off
He can barely stand
He’s been up for days
Everything is a haze
He’s a weary soul looking
for a soft place to land
By:J.N.R Dutton
Tag: exhaustion
Sixty Hour Work Week
Doing all he can to work and earn
Every day both ends of the candle burn
He works a sixty hour week
Comes home too weary to even speak
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 