Poem 424 – 18:00

No time left to work today
Time to go home, time to say
Goodbye, or else, to hurry away
To a joyous hour at an ‘epic part-A’
Where the music’s loud, and amid the fray
The dancing’s hot, tomorrow we’ll pay
For our hubris with headaches, no more are we young
But for now we’ll join in the drinking song.

Advertisements

Tell us what you thought, or if to you these words are naught.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s