Necessary Getaway

She needs to get away;
She needs a place where she can rest,
And watch the sailboats there beside the sea.

To drink, to eat, to get a tan, to be —
And not have time so manifest.
Nor run around all day.

A life is made to live,
And we are made for more than work,
For dreams should be a celebrated thing —

A time to dance, a time to freely sing —
And go beyond the scorn and smirk,
And take, so she can give.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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