Round and Round.

No peace with my work can be found.

I talk, I repeat.

The drum of instruction I pound and beat.

Not even half-way do people try to meet.

I’m tired of going round.

Tired of the hamster wheel.

I’m just about sick of the whole deal.

Used to my work was fun.

I enjoyed when those I helped got their day in the sun.

But, at the moment, I’m just about done!