Rat Race: A Sunday Poem

When everything needs to be better,

and all is said and done

nothing inside us feels richer

we begin the rat race-

Run Rats, Run...

When we have bought that brand new rug

even though we already have two in storage at home

is it the house that needs cheering up?

Or is it us that yearns for that hug?

When we sit inside our big new house

wearing perfume of Gucci or Prada

when we look inside, do we feel content?

Do we feel pride?

Do we enjoy bragging of the places we went?

When we lie in our final resting place

and our Soul flies high in the sky

will people talk of the carpets we had?

the perfume we wore?

the clothes we fashioned?

the money we spent?

Or will they talk about the laughs we had

the time we climbed Pen-Y-Ghent

the family we cherished

the cards we sent...

Riches and work get us so far

but Love fills us up

Remember that when life's glass feels half empty

everything you have to many is far more than 'plenty'.

A foggy road on the commute to work in Lincolnshire.