It takes time to probe

It takes time to probe

            But time is precious

            An engagement

            Things to do

            A poem to write

            Sometimes I run

            Making excuses

            Another meeting

            I tell myself my life is important

            More to me than to them

            They give me a gift

            Of their problems

            More precious than words

            A young unmarried mother desperate

            A youth filled with heroine

            Youthful brains so sharp

            Could have scaled the heights

            Take these statistics

            I hang my shoulders

            And nod my head