Juggle Poem by Sana Olivia Hernandez

Juggle



My work flies in the air.
As do my hobbies,
And family affairs.

I have a minute to make-up work,
A second to write and draw,
Less than that to feed my cat!

I try to juggle it all...
But it falls to the ground.

Now I'm a sad clown.

-SOH

Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: writing
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There's never enough time!
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