I have seen her with her head bowed

Seen her in deep concentration and absorption

Her eyes winking and squinting with blinding thoughts

Too much, too quickly .

She walks away frustrated with no solution

I have seen her with glass in hand, water, iced to the tea?

Or white rum to what problems must be.

Her finger and pen relates well to the paper

Signing day and night with no end in sight

Her brain gets no release to feast

On fun, faith or fellowship

She knows nothing more than to dive

Head first in the work hive. Are you her?

A proud product she will be as she strives to stay alive.