Doctor Grandma

Yesterday, I awoke at 7,

read papers till 2am,

driven by coffee and adrenalin,

and the prospect of the end,

and I know, a lot of it is me,

I refuse to accept mediocrity,

I want them all to do their best,

so I take the time to judge,

Did they learn to write with clarity?

did they take it to the end,

did they write their project logically?

is it something to defend?

I know not what a difference it makes,

or whether or not they care,

what matters is being true to yourself,

when no one else is there,

And yet, my work is killing me,

my energy is less,

“To every thing there is a season”*

and a change is for the best,

There will be a new direction,

as I learn to take a breath,

and “a time for every purpose

under heaven”.*

cfblack, 04-30-2020

*Ecclesiastes 3:1

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