What we wish all our lives
Is for days to rush and hurry,
Until the next paycheck comes,
How to survive we always worry.
Trapped in a loop, we all are,
Running only to stand still.
We may even sell the car
Just to pay some f**king bill.
Brain fools itself into thinking
A small difference can be made,
But somehow life’s final bill
Ends up being overpayed.
If only we could hit the brakes
While hurtling to our crate,
But there’s nothing we can do,
Nothing but accelerate.
Comments
Hi Jack
It's a good one. The meter sets a perfect pace for the message. I'd like to see the word "worry" in S1,L4, but overall entertaining and relative.
Cheers!
Thomas
Hi Thomas,
You are absolutely right. The word "worry" would be perfect for the rhyme. I will think about the alternatives for this line so it can be incorporated.
Thank you for your comment.
Cheers!
Jack
I agree...
I would like to see the word worry in that line. How about: We do nothing but worry."? All in all, a good poem that just about anyone can sympathize with. ~ Fast paced and relevant! ~ Geezer.
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Hi Geezer,
Thanks for the comment. I will consider some alternatives as I completely agree.
Cheers!
Jack
Acceleration
Hello, Jack,
I like this very much. My favorite lines:
But somehow life's final bill
Ends up being overpaid (overpayed / spelling?)
I stumble a bit with the first line of the final stanza. Perhaps "If only we could hit the brakes..."
I agree - this is relatable to all of us.
Thank you,
Lavender
Hi Lavender,
SInce English is not my native language I was unsure, so I googled the spelling and used what came out as a result.
As for the line you mention, you are absolutely right. The stumbling line is a leftover from the beginning where I tried to follow ABAB stanza rhythm. Your suggestion is much appreciated and immediately implemented.
Thank you for reading and for your comment.
Cheers!
Jack
Thak you Mark,
Sometimes I feel like a hamster in a wheel. It would be great if we could break away and be ourselves, all day, every day...
Cheers,
Jack