Go on Without Me

Day's now no more than a brilliant stripe beneath
The clouds out west. I pace. I have nothing
To show for air and hours I've consumed. I'm
Not ashamed. I've reached an age at which
There doesn't seem a lot to do, a lot which
Should be done, I mean. I've raised my kids.
I saved my money. I still have a job, but I
Dislike it, and I feel no urge to make a good
Impression and advance to... who knows what,
A slightly more prestigious title and a bigger
Paycheck in exchange for duties I'd like less?
No, I'm not keen on moving forward. I will
Travel, and I'll pace, but, like the day which
Dies out west, my will to grow is done.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-11-15 at 00:31

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I think your poem describes what an increasing number of people are also feeling. I think it is 'the system' that causes this, for surely we should be able to enjoy our lives at all stages. Working from nine 'til five for a crust and not much more does nothing for the morale I feel. :(
2021-11-15



Sometimes your own thoughts donít let you quiet but I like your poems, there are peaceful, well ordered, not too much wrong energy turned inside out
2021-11-15