Looking out of the window on floor 3 of 5,
Watching little ants in their little cars.
Watching little ants with little smiles,
And little laughs and little victories.
Please, when it comes, make mine peaceful.
Sitting in the back, in a cubicle unnamed,
Not thinking about my work almost complete,
And the reaper standing at the time clock.
The reaper standing with my final paycheck.
Please, before it comes, let me call my mom.
Waiting, crossing "t's" and dotting "i's".
So much more that I could have done,
Have said, Have written, but it always
Comes down to the final page,
To the final sentence.
But, please, before it ends
Let me have the last word. |
