Giving everything he could
It never seemed like it was enough
For those around him kept just taking it all
The day he passed was the day they realized what they had received
How many times can you hit that ball off the wall?
You getting annoyed by it?
Please, for goodness sake, yes!
Even if I change the rhythm?
Reaching out and grabbing the ball. “Enough!”
Demands on Freda’s time threatened to swamp her
Really she needed to have some me time
Instead she was here in front of her computer drowning in data
Figures and graphs danced in her head until she decided enough was enough
The squeal of her tires as she floated through the corner was so much better