The corporate ladder has many rungs
But the scream of freedom fills my lungs;
To leave this world of dog eat dog
And hike through a misty mountain fog.
Let me leave behind these commuter woes
To lay in field where the wild flow'r grows.
All 'round this world I'm bossed
Yet I've seldom seen a country frost.
Instead of the city's constant throng,
I'd rather hear a wild bird's song.
Please take me from this place of stature
And deposit me with mother nature;
To escape these smoke-filled conference rooms
For the place where the majestic redwood looms...
A refined poetic imagination, Michael Troy. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Very nicely written, Troy. I could never work all day in an office
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I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful creation.