Jack of all trades, Master of none
Easily ready to lend a helping hand
Just as she appears, now she is gone
After the job is all well and done.
She works noisily, not putting up with any nonsense
Working in speed, her schedule is packed
But nobody actually notices her presence
She's just a mist, disappearing into non existence.
Always putting others needs before hers
Self sacrificing, she's burnt by her own wick
She looks up to the sky, wondering how and why
Searching for someone who would care
Someone whom she can lean over...
and rest her tired, aching heart.
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