When You Are Slammed... A Poem

There is no rest for the weary,
Said a man so pressed for time.
And even though his clocks were fast,
His point stayed on my mind.
He had many cares to tend
Problems, issues and concerns to mend.
Facts, figures and ideas to compute.
Contracts, fees and bugs to dispute.
He was a busy-man, one I watched and learned.
He would make his day complete,
With many things to do
And associates to meet.
Yet, everyday he got it done
Not one complaint, not a single one.