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
Never seems quite right.

She is wearing quite thin;

So much being expected
Again 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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