Mark Dillon Poems
Would It Really Matter
Would it really matter if we didn't get up today.
Didn't go to work and just stayed home to play.
If we just stood idly by and left the work undone
Cast away the chores and just went and had some fun.
Whoever set the precedence of working through the day
To come home jaded tired, exhausted from the fray.
Must have had a sad existence tied to the work ideal
just like running endless circles on the hamsters wheel.
All work and no play, the bills, they cripple and sometimes slay.
Those who don't take time to stop and say
'What about me, this is ...
Screech of tyres, Crunch of metal.
The human debris can really unsettle.
Another few gone and forever lost.
The grieving ones left to count the cost.
And as relatives gather and share in their grief.
And time it will heal and give some relief.
But the dying goes on, it's a bad human flaw;
dreams shattered, emotions raw.