In the Vice of Life

They all want a piece of you,
Their own fragment of your life.
Your boss, your kids,
Your friends, your wife.
In the face of such demands
Are you surprised to find some strife?

But is there any real recourse;
Some simple way to make some space,
Some quiet time to breathe, of course,
A moment to escape the pace?
Choose not to bathe? Smell like a horse?
Would they fly away, post-haste?

Since it’s no fun to live alone,
Accept your time is not your own!