There's so much to be done,
and one day
there will not be so much.
Will we laugh with relief?
Or gush
with tears at the loss
of so much to do.
When I fret over this, I take
one look at you
and I worry no more.
For there's so much to see
it would take me
the rest of my life,
and it would not be bad
to rest in such ways.
'Til there's so much to do
piling up for days
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