Five of Me

I feel sometimes I'm split in two, 

Of all the things I have to do, 

I must answer call from call, 

And write you when you feel small, 

Yet I am but of one whole being, 

I can't be all the things you need, 

And though I try- you end up hurt, 

From all the things that can’t occur, 

I want to be two people now, 

Since one of me is not allowed, 

And maybe even two is less, 

Might I try to split in fifths 

One for work on tasks that read; 

The homework, leisure, written, being. 

One for me to lay all day; 

A lazy, restful, sleepy, brain. 

A third to run and fold and wash; 

With laundry hands and feet that jog, 

A fourth for all the things I plan; 

A mathematic arithmetic man. 

And just the fifth all to yourself; 

The one that sits for your own wealth, 

I listener- a cook indeed, 

A softer-spoken lesser me. 

Yes, I believe if split in fifths, 

I could achieve all that I miss, 

Though five of me could get things done, 

I'm left to balance all in one.