High Hopes
So, from birth we’re taught to aim high.
Not the height of the garden fence, the side wall, the house but for the stars in the sky.
So, we’re indoctrinated to believe that the acquisition of power and wealth is the meaning of life!
Slaved to the pound all our working lives.
So, the new car, the new house, the new kitchen reflects our success in this ‘life’!
My shoes cost £800 pounds you know and they fit just alright.
The killer instinct in business is the gold medal that’s needed to survive!
What about kindness and compassion… oh, I’m sorry those the spreadsheet does not a column or row provide!
Work hard, work fast, work harder, work faster and work until you die.
Good luck if that’s you, but for me that’s just not a life.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2024
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