Don't Be Late - A Poem
Don't Be Late
by Jeff Smallwood
When we could neither walk nor talk, still we knew it right,
The toddler in us all would find the joy in simple play.
As children we would soak up knowledge like the dryest sponge
The adolescent youth conflicted, torn between the world
Career constraints, responsibilities, conspire day and night,
For some it breaks the bonds mid-life, unbarreled in release.
When time it comes to settle down, and take stock of our lives,
For when we face forever rest, and sing our final song,
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