Making It Through. Poem by Fay Slimm

The colossus of gigantic Dedication, piled high
with tasks on each skyline,
could make travelling pilgrims stop short soon,
shake life, and moderate
their view of Emacipation, which is baffling.

Full speed ahead is the rule.
No dawdling please, don't pick those daisies.
Do not even look.
Hedges of boomtime, designed to goad
really do scratch, eventually.
Crazy demands for time make half a day truly
reduced, and taking full toll-pay on health,
gold is seen grabbing central stage.
Making it through to success without lucre
appears stealthy, and secret redemption
from wealth is ranked costly.

But nuggets of wisdom pale if not chewed.
Simplicity's peace gives time,
which need never be lost.
Solutions are there to ease life's weary state.
In freeing time, time will reciprocate.