Sometimes,

It is necessary

Just to escape

From the nervous

Energy that surrounds you.

Busybodies who burn the

Candle at both ends

And then make you feel

Embarrassed when you reveal

To them

Well, you only work

9 to 5, a regular job.

In the meantime,

Your copy machine

Demands more attention

Than your baby at home

Who cries to be nursed,

Loved and sometimes cursed.

The boss jumps over

Your cubicle to complain

About the account you lost

To the competition

And how much that cost

Your company in terms

Of lost sales and perceived value.

In the process,

You lose your train

Of thoughts and your

Ideas fly out the door

Like an angel winging

Her way toward the heavens.

When was the last

Time you ever sat down

To have a decent conversation

With anybody?

Achieving the company’s goals

Made you a hero,

Once upon a time,

But those days are gone now.

Now, you’ll wake up one day

To find your kid is 18

In college

And out your door.

And out of your life for sure.

As an empty Nestor,

You will wonder

How all those years

Flew away like a winged bird.

Now,

You are over the hill

With a big house you own

But nobody for company.

And a kid who no longer

Wants to play with you.

Do you really want to

Spend so much time

And energy on a job

You hate?

Locked away in a cubicle

With a boss who breathes

Down your neck

And colleagues who shout

About getting results?

Maybe it is better to

Catch a plane to nowhere

And sit down for a picnic

With your family, for a change,

And talk about things

Which make you feel happy.

What do you think?

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