Off to the Rat race!
Laying there just beyond my touch,
The envy of my eye,
A world in despair.
All plump and juicy,
Full of any mans desire.
A many of a souls hand in
with a stake,
Most of which pulled
from another’s place.
It’s a world confused,
blinded by greed.
If played by the rules
You Could be left behind.
You will have made a dime,
By creating a crime.
Torn between the two,
We are all confined.
If any were to jump
to a rat race,
a little or even
a lap behind,
There his life would be stuck the entire time.
10 12 2010.
You are so right to call this
You are so right to call this life a "rat race". You are equally right to point out the diminishing line between right and wrong, that so often it seems almost "required" to break the rules to get ahead. You said it so well poetically with "you will have made a dime by creating a crime". Perhaps this is a race we best not win. You are a wise poet.