Got to take me
Job 21:29
29 Have you not asked those who travel the road?
And do you not know their signs?
Traveling the distance loaded down with self
Not much time to rest in the time-table self-imposed
Tradition seems a hindrance got to be home by twelve
The clock becomes a pest and expectation an overdose
“Stop and smell the roses” with a cold freezing heart
Take time to enjoy the sun when the sky is grey
Emphasize the clothing as naked you depart
With all the work half-done with no one else to pay
Jan Wienen
This poem is about:
Me
Our world