Of course, the thing you’d really like to do
is leave the pack-rat race and take time off,
enjoy the toys before the game is through,
dine in peace outside the corporate trough.
Your jaguar licks at your jugular vein;
you claim you can’t get out from under it.
It’s your priorities that are insane,
and there’re three reasons you’ve blundered it:
You’ve mixed up luxury with stress and strife,
made aspirations separate from goals
and missed the point of what you’d like from life,
competing with others dragged over coals.
The final tally’s not financial end
but how you’re held esteemed and loved as friend.
Created: Mar 24, 2014Poeteye Document Media