My head hurts

My head hurts from the stress, the rest I need is far away, but I digress,

Digress because there is too much to do, pay bills, juggle money around for food.

2017 should not be this hard, I work, get paid, and left with what? Nothing in my card....

This world is coming to an end you see, government constantly changing policies 

What ever happened to equality? Fairness? 
Again too much to do I must digress,

Wish I could live in the olden days, trading livestock and having a roof made out of hay 

Ahhhh the joy it would bring to go back to then, hard working house wives and strong working men 

I’m not saying men and women don’t work hard today, just different roles back then,
Everyone had there set way.

Yes I bet it was hard as we think it’s hard now, but imagine waking up to fresh milk from your very own cow,

I sometimes imagine i live In a parallel universe, open meadows full of flowers not the power plants we now curse 

My head hurts you see from the world that be, parallel universe what great idea, another zone, another me

Long winded this poem and some of it won’t make sense, but I’m stressed and my brain is spilling whether it’s read easily or nonsense 

Anyway I must digress much more to be done, more to worry about, no time for fun

We’re born, we grow, we work until we’re 75? Don’t just live for Friday once you have finished your 9 - 5

Find something to do, that you love, with all your heart, don’t just wait for retirement make the years count it’s not too late to start 

There I go again... off on a tangent, must refrain, am I for real? Or am I going insane

Off I pop back to work, the grind, must get some rest tonight need to rejuvenate the mind 

I’ll try to stop worrying about this country we live in, worry should be illegal, a sin, something for the bin 

Anyway I must digress plenty to do the worlds a mess.......

This poem doesn’t even make sense but nevertheless ...........