Running


On the run
He’s late, and he’s just begun.
Hurry up,
Drink a cup,
And charge out into the day.

Rushing through
Things to do,
Not stopping to smell the flowers.

Now the rains
Floods the drains;
Lighting bolts cut the power.

He’ll get wet,
Charging on not stopping yet.


Gloom 99

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