Forced to follow a form in time
Robbed of sleep feels a capital crime

Age creates new dreams for you
I am ticking away these days for "who"?

To be retired no corporate pain
The dream develops each day’s refrain

Treasures fill not my retirement days
But I live the dream our founding fathers made

I may not be rich but I adore these days
Where I decide what the clock is due

Life is short, a single shot
Stay a wage slave to the end and I promise

Some time to visit your plot

08/18/2011

Author's Note: A bow to the poetic Jim Morrison!

Posted on 08/18/2011
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