a recurrent theme
in my life
is how my job
causes such strife
it's not what i want
but it's pretty good
but I'd rather be playing
out in the woods
I'd rather be farming
or sailing the seas
than feeling this air-
conditioned breeze
exploring a cave
or diving a wreck
it'd be worth it
to risk my neck
but is it wiser
that instead I am here
with computer and chair?
or is it just fear?
the older you get
the less you can do
I'd like people I've met
to not say 'who? '
Now it is noon
a chance to bike ride
or kayak or jog
but inside I still hide.
Gotta look like I'm working
gotta put in the time
but my soul has snuck off
and left me here to rhyme.
Chuck Audette
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-recurrent-theme/
