The racing treadmill that never stops
The get up and go until I drop
My lists are set at morning light
I check the last around midnight.
My time is worth a thousand times
Of tranquil liberty
For all the work I’ve done in life
I do deserve serenity.
But then I think of my golden days
When I will acquire
The long awaited, “I retire,”
And all the time I’ll have on my hands
Truth be known – this I dread.
For I love the action, the rush, the drill
For my heart pounds with sweet adrenalin
And I think the awaited serenity
will happen in blessed eternity.
© Natala Orobello