Quo Vadis, my friend
What is your purpose,
And where your end?

Wake up in the morning; it isn't even dawn,
Biscuits and coffee; no time for a yawn.
Rush to the car; step on the horn;
"Move it you twit; why on earth were you born?"

It's Autumn, my friend; the streets are in bloom;
Birds are a twitter; why all the gloom?

Piles of files and memos to read;
Meetings to schedule and schedules to meet.
Blowing your own trumpet; ensuring your position;
Walking over others with easy disposition.

An 80 hour week of garbled lucidity;
Trading in stocks and ensuring liquidity.
Deadlines to meet; birthdays to forget;
Work your  way up - what will you get?

Your marriage will be over - the love is gone;
Your beautiful house - an empty home.
No kids to scream at - they'll be at college;
Complexed and hollow, reacting to carnage.

An aching spondilitis; ulcers and acidity;
Will it be worth all the damn liquidity?
Take a step back now; think and ponder;
You live just once - it's your duty to wonder.

Quo Vadis, my friend.
What is your purpose,
And where your end?