Robert Frost
"Stopping by the woods on a snowy Eve" (last verse)
That verse by Robert Frost is the last verse of what, to me, is an otherwise tranquil poem. This last verse, however, seemed appropriate for me, though, because there seems to be no rest in sight for the person in the poem. So goes life for a busy person.
What keeps me so busy? Thanks for asking. Well, first off, although I tend to enjoy my work and tend to put alot of myself into it, I don't think I'm what you would call a workaholic so it's not the same ol' "I work all the time" thing. There's a lot to the story, and it always seems to be changing so instead of boring you with it here I'll leave it to you to check out my "About Me" page.
Personally, I can't understand why anyone would be all that interested but all the personal sites seem to do it.
