A Wagon of My Time

Don’t cause the problems, give them a solution. The workers were hanging on electric boxes, And diving in the heaps, To search the words where files were burning, And stretching off the mentality. Nerves were tightening, Muscles were pulled forward and backward, Upward and downward, A sketch was hanging in front, How to keep straight backbone. Legs were num, over the years, Electric heat massage the cold over the bones, And body was feeling tired, Eyes were dumping in the lightening bulbs. But a packet was pulling the time softly. Smile was disappearing in the wrinkles, But a rank was jumping on personal experience, Time was always a question of figures, Sums were added, subtracts or multiplied, Zero seems always stronger than words. After thirty five years service, A happiness shakened me, The clapping were welcoming my respect, And a proud was honoring my shoulders, I were free to enjoy my lonely oldness, My past was pulling me back, My future was running a cause, My present was walking with sticks, Pills and injections were only my hope, The white dresses were crossing my eyes, My life was lying on a death stretcher, The death was pulling a wagon of my time.