Gimme a Break: Please

 

Gimme a Break - Capture - Aug 4, 2016

Gimme a Break: Please

Gimme a break is a common call from those suffering fatigue, from whatever cause.
Recommended reading style is light and sorta hillbilly or a la We’ve Got a Convoy, surging relentlessly ahead. Inspiration for this piece was an anguished plea for time out from a care giver in the UK. Perhaps you’ve been besieged by duty and interference. Have a go. It might be a stress breaker if you read it like a rant.

I’m tired now and so worn down,
I’ve been workin’ round the clock.
It’s just like running ’round the block
And never sitting down—
Gimme a break!

My duty calls and I must go
To keep things flowing on a flow–
But duty lies right here right now,
So it’s on and on that I must plow
Gimme a break!

Gimme a break, gimme a break,
My body ache, my head explode,
My duties all on overload,
Why can’t I knock off now for pity sake?
Oh God please, just gimme a break!

Your demands are put on me–
You say you’re sorry to bother me,
You promise not to once again,
You never see the ache and pain.
Gimme a break!

I never moan, I don’t complain,
Yet here you are, it’s once again
Another favour you have to ask,
Another job another task—
Gimme a break!

Gimme a break, gimme a break,
My body ache, my head explode,
My duties all on overload,
Why can’t I knock off now for pity sake?
Oh please God, just gimme a break!

At Stake

I always give, I never take,
No matter what it is at stake;
The more I give the more you take,
The balance sheet about to break!
Gimme a break!

I always turn the other cheek,
It seems you slap it every week,
It’s this a-way or that a-way
You find a way to hassle me—
Gimme a break!

Gimme a break, gimme a break,
My body ache, my head explode,
My duties all on overload,
Why can’t I knock off now for pity sake?
Oh please God, just gimme a break!

I’ve given all I have to give
Energy is leaking like a sieve
The gas tank’s running outta gas,
I’m going to have to give it a pass
Gimme a break!

Leave me alone a little while,
This life I’m living has no style,
I’m wearied out, I have no clout,
I have no strength to even shout
Please, just gimme a break!

Gimme a break; gimme a break,
My body ache, my head explode,
My duties all on overload
Why can’t I knock off now for pity sake?
Oh please God, just gimme a break!

Time is precious

I have no time for taking time,
No longer is my time my time,
I cannot tear myself away,
I have no time to even stay—
Gimme a break!

Time is such a precious thing.
If only I could grow a wing
To fly me to where time is from—
I wish, I crave, to have me some.]
Gimme a break!

Gimme a break; gimme a break,
My body ache, my head explode,
My duties all on overload
Why can’t I knock off now for pity sake?
Oh please God, just gimme a break!

CREDIT: From Clip Art, labelled Epitome: Praying the Worry Away. Traced to:
http://epitemnein-epitomic.blogspot.ca/2012/06/praying-worry-away.html
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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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