There is this girl
Occasionally she writes some words
And every time
I feel lucky
just being able to read
She runs her busy world
Time and deadline often consume her,
Excessive work became her personal creed,
bringing her body and mind into need
Little I can do
but express my worries,
being restrained by distance and boundaries
I know she sometimes reads these lines
And sometimes they bring a smile
Strange reverse of cause and effect
Cos she’s actually responsible for
most of the words that I’ve found
So I really, really would like
to continue to provide her
a smile at each demand