She didn't rest on a Sunday,
It was work and work and work,
She didn't relax on a holiday,
The priority was work, only work.
She didn't smell the flowers,
She'd rather be working late.
She didn't go for a walk,
It was always meetings, deadlines and updates.
She didn't hear the birds chirp,
The phone being stuck to her ear.
She didn't once look at the park,
Though she crossed it everyday of the year.
She didn't dream,
It was always about practicality
She didn't breathe,
Though she respired just like everybody.
She didn't sleep at nights,
And one of those nights she passed away,
With her head on the laptop, and the phone in hand,
Her only worry?
She couldn't meet the deadline the next day...