I miss my me time in school,
Which I thought was precious as a jewel,
Where I sat with my thoughts,
Unwound and eased out the knots,

Yes now what I do is perhaps more noble,
Helping little children blossom and be able,
But I think I need the time to recoup,
Some solitude for my thoughts to regroup,
Not to mention some still time to gather,
My straying energy into concentrated lather,

But now that I have given my word,
I guess I have to yield the sword,
Just pray that the efforts put in here,
Reap results elsewhere and my baby’s blues disappear