Back up the highway to reality,
Away from ease and lots of sleep and fun
And sunny seas, people on holiday;
Pack up! My way’s over, theirs has begun
Again. My desk awaits that weighs a ton,
My ankle chained to it from morn till tea,
Conserving energy, a marathon
Runner’s usual strategy when he
Intends to be there at the end, entry
Into arena, last bend, victory.
Still early stages yet, real test to come:
The hardest part is not the poetry.
Holiday’s end, of course, means self-pity,
So come on, love, let’s have another one.
Sun 1 Sep 2007
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