Slow To Fast
You tread water
When you are working,
And the end of the week
Simply doesn’t seem to arrive;
You blunder forth
When under contract
But no end is in sight.
Simply a semblance of being alive…
Your feet hurry
When you have retired,
And the end of the year
Plainly arrives too fast;
You brake constantly
With heels dug in
But life’s end is in mind.
Plainly a helpless race to the last…
Pete Ray
24-12-2015
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