Surviving Work-life

Some days the day just don't end. The post noon drags on as if the entire universe plots and stretches each second into a mile. The day long yawns into a short little night. Before I can could catch a breath, slow a while,  and spend some time thinking about you, It is day again, and I am working again.


I have remembered you in my yesterdays, you are in my thoughts today and I know that I will miss you in my tomorrows.


Amidst the sorrows of yesterdays and the solace of my tomorrows is one meandering life.  

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