Indebted to Myself Tirelessly I work, slaving away. Yet, relaxing does not remove the burden of today. Running away would bring sweet monetary dreams of grandeur. Alas, I am destined for something much more grander. Nevertheless, the work must be done regardless how much I perspire. The legacy I leave behind will carry on pass me, even after I’ve expired. … Author’s Notes: Thank You for reading. If You like to read other poems written by me about establishing a collection of writings, then please click the two links below. May You enjoy them. Feel free to leave a comment. I look forward to Your perspective.