The tick-tock of the zealous clock,
dictates all the strife in your life.
There’s the bedside tea, the chauffeur ride,
Yet, all you do is complain and chide.
Only in others’ pain, do you see any gain.
What’s marriage but a blemish, a stain ?
So you treat your family with utter disdain
though they prove their worth, time and again.
Remember the employees who trusted you to lead ?
They are dispensable now : paid no heed.
How could you forget the days of old,
when kindness was seen as pots of gold !
At home, a united nest, fed your zest,
at work, your superior’s praise, felt like a raise.
Your priorities made sense :
to become better and to belong.
Until the perfect picture came along
and you forgot the lyrics of the one-time song.
Won’t things change, if you were let in on this :
Today’s the last day you breathe air,
Your Final chance to be true and fair.
Would you then continue, with the hatred you spew ?
You’ll realise your follies when the
car meets a truck and the road seems askew,
Now, if only you knew, if only you knew !