Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #313

I'm Overworked
by Belinda Roddie

I'm overworked and underpaid; I think
I can't take much more of this roughshod life.
I'm trying hard to sleep and not to drink,
and to pay more attention to my wife.
I want to find fulfillment in my craft,
but my true passion never seems too near.
When I think about goals, I have to laugh;
what I love couldn't be a real career.
I'm worried that I'll falter on the path
that I have chosen, and that I'll succumb
to melancholy and fatigue. The fact
is, though I love my job, I still feel numb
at times. It's when my fingers dance and fly
across the keyboard that I feel alive.