The pace of life is fast and furious.
We have no time to simply stand and stare.
There is no peace to be found, anywhere,
so many pressures brought to bear on us.
Why is that we have to fume and fuss
lack of success is not so hard to bear
despite the direful warnings we hear
As for myself I find it curious.
Why many men assume that they must fail
if they don’t work a sixteen hour day.
Subsuming every other interest.
Some work themselves to death to no avail
because it seem to them the only way
To prove they’re better than the rest.
18-May-08
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Great read indeed, most are, dying to succeed! *10*! ! Best regards Ivor! Friend Thad
My friend what a wonderful write, and dedicated to me also....thank you ever so much, loved the flow too....thank you Ivor Your friend Jon.
Cool poem with insight.... I like the word 'subsuming'.... Yuri*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think it was good the peace part is right i think.