A short contemporary poem…
On a day when phones can ring themselves to sleep
As hours slip slowly, going on their way
I sit beside the foaming windswept sea
Letting life, like spam mail, swiftly pass my eye.
Waves smash the lonely sandy beach and vanish
The sun goes down and slips beneath my view
The sky unfurls its scroll of glistening stars
And I neither miss the office work or you!
Time out and time to think is often needed
Let emails fly like cormorants and terns
Files can go heap on desks like sandy castles,
While I sit beside the sea for time for me!
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