Busy Bee

by Elaine Liew

Busy Bee , how tired you must be.
Everyday you keep searching.
And everyday you are working,
striving for a better way of living.

You fly here and there, flapping your wings
endlessly.
Not a word escapes your arid mouth
to complain or moan or groan.
It is all taken in your stride,
it's all apart of your pride.

Secretly,
Just ever so infrequently
You collapse off from the dire day,
just wanting and thinking of saying
"Today will be the last day."
But you're tired today
to voice that atrocious thought

Don't you wish you were something else?
Could it be that something is amiss?

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