I have chased the sun on its daily climb,
Early bird gets the worm and all of that;
Working long and hard for that extra dime
Is not all that different from combat.
The days they come and go, the years they pass;
You wake one day chagrined and sad to find
The treasure you tried so hard to amass
Is not worth the time and life left behind.
So I’m changing tactics while there’s time yet,
I’m not going to let work rule my days;
Find me on the deck watching the sunset
Staring at that orange ball all ablaze;
And going gentle into that goodnight?
You won’t see me fuss or put up a fight.
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