Cradle to the Grave

Still in the race but tired of it

Running through the day

Pounding up employment hill

To keep respect, to earn your pay


Jogging down the long short street

No turning on this road

From A to Zee the structured path

Where so much life has flowed


Time flows too with remorseless ticking

Cruelly marking the ebb of strength

Doom’s winged chariot without a brake

Traversing route of unknown length


You leave your cradle for the yoke

Life’s strictures make you slave

Freedom lost at stroke of birth

Regained in closing grave








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