Too much to read, too little time!
This week’s poem from Dominic
is one we can certainly relate to.
Bedside table
My bedside table heaves,
Stacked with books I mean to read,
But haven’t yet,
Standing tall against the wall,
Vast bulks of text,
I just never get round to it,
I never have the time,
Nor the energy,
(And didn’t ask for most of them in the first place);
Yet still the voices come,
Why do they remain unread,
My ignorance of what is said,
So the fear remains,
As long as they do.
