Every day
we rush and rush
to get things done.
Cellphones in hand
we call
we text
always on the run
But every now and then
we must find time
take pause, give thanks
to God, the Almighty One.
This was supposed to be the copy in a print ad that’s going to come out on Sunday.
It had to be shortened and ended up not being a poem.
Guess there’s very little room for poetry, even bad poems, in print ads.
I was in the office till 3am working on that copy… well, not just on that… but still… it’s just crazy how you work for so long on something and it just doesn’t get approved. But why am I complaining? That’s how it’s always worked.
And sometimes, you get lucky and you get approval for the study that you really want. But that doesn’t all to often.
And so I’m back here in the office, 12 hours later.
Rushing.
Rushing.
Rushing to get this ad out on time.
Then we get a 48-hour break from it all and come Monday, it starts all over again and you can only hope that things will get better.