Pushing as hard as possible,
faster and faster getting things done.
Business takes control,
finances and success dictate attention.
The leftovers, few as they are,
go to family and personal life.

Kicking harder and harder everyday,
screaming silently, outloud in the mind.
The anger and hatred coming toward others,
should be directed at the one spewing it.

Mad about precious moments lost forever,
special occassions missed and gone.
All the should ofs, could haves,
life is what happened and passed right on by.

One night, like years of other nights,
too much stress, a few drinks too many,
a little too much cocaine, or just too much excess,
finally takes its toll.

It took sixty years for the body to die,
but his heart died some forty years prior.
It was a slow death.

11/01/2002

Posted on 11/06/2002
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