Today, the work continues, as it must,
And if I am to maintain the trust
That has been placed in me, then, boom or bust,
I must to that work bend my efforts all.
Doing so leaves me hunched beside the tall,
My back bent from desk-work done at call
That comes from sundry clients across the hills.
I answer them that I might pay the bills
And redress many early, pointless thrills
That I undertook in days gone by.
I prized them then, but now, I know not why
I did such things, know not why I would try
To seek outside myself in search of fun.
I did, and now I from that folly run.