Too Many To-Dos

By: Brianna Lee Hubler

Copyright © 2022 Brianna Lee Hubler. All rights reserved.

A myriad of necessities
Scatter like loose embers,
Float away from me,
As I gather them,
Slip through the gaps
Between my fingers,
For I have only two hands.

The legion of needs and wants,
Which perplexes me, is not mine;
Others are the source-fire 
That never stops burning.

Thus, long has it been,
Since these two hands of mine,
Could cease fanning the flames,
Rest atop my keyboard, and be
Asked to dance the bard’s tune
To the joy of all awaiting.