Out to sea a big passenger liner is passing,
two slim white yachts are flying past
with some people surfing to and thro
on excellent waves
and on the beach the white sand is inviting,
while high up in your office
you go on with the tedium of work,
in order to earn a living
and before you know it
the sun outside is setting
dipping into a tranquil sea
and at your desk you are still hard at it.
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