PoemsForGuys

Priorities

I've no time for recreation,

discipline's my inclination.

Rewards come later, work is now--

knotted muscle, sweaty brow.

Write my story, scream my headline;

late the hour, near the deadline.

Who makes time for poems and fancy?

Bills and taxes keep me antsy.

Count the pennies, watch finances,

flee all risk, take damn few chances.

Trade your stock at close of session;

tomorrow will bring a Great Depression.

Rise at five to exercise,

floss your teeth and rub your eyes.

Plan each call and each word in it,

suck the money from each minute.

With joy and folly be not tempted

lest your goals are soon pre-empted.

Who has time for recreation,

family, music or vacation?

Friends and friendship rot your mind.

Those hours gone you cannot find.

Waste no water on a flower,

cut its cost to harvest power.

Dancing, art...worse, poetry

meter out no coin to me.

Someday, perhaps, that strict I'll be...

Till then, the rich can envy me.

// posted by Jon @ 1:31 AM