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

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