by Gabriella Samms

Created on: April 21, 2008

I've heard that people take them
Permission not required
They do so when their body
Starts to tell them that it's tired

Late afternoons, on weekends
There's not a special time
Whenever nature calls to them
They figure it's just fine

Although I've tried myself to steal
That precious time away
It's then I realize
that "Murphy's Law" gets in my way

As soon as I decide my body's
ready for the "break"
I foolishly lay down well knowing
What I knows at stake

The phone that sat in silence
never ringing once all day
decides to fill the house with sound
I'd wish would go away

The doorbell rings by visitors
That had to just stop by
The dogs need to go potty
And a car horn beep nearby

So I pretend I took a rest
When everybody asks
And then I'm off completing
All those very tiresome tasks

Laundry, cooking cleaning,
and scrubbing windows too
All the while I watch when they begin
What I can't do

Oh why is it that everyone
can get the time they need
When Murphy's Law surrounds my life
And swallows me with greed

Preventing me that precious time
To lay down just a bit
And relish in the wonder of
What other people get

Until then I'll just bide my time
Or start a craft perhaps
My life, I guess, much better spent
Not wasting it on naps

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