Just A Minute

"Just a minute!" she said,

As she wiped the brow of her head.

She works all day and then on through the night,

She is paid for some, but never enough
¾Never seems quite right.

She is wearing quite thin;

So much being expected
¾Again and again.

Just an average evening of another non-stop day.

Nothing more to say.


Words Copyright © 1985 J.L. Hunter
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