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Dolce Far Niente
running,
and running,
and running
on a spinning wheel
like an indefatigable hamster;
persisting...
on and on
as dawn creeps into
dusk's front door
and makes a backyard exit,
a dyed-in-the-wool workaholic
can barely move a limb
after slaving through
his graveyard shift.
he's finally home early morning;
body and spirit, exhausted.
with a cold brew in his hand,
he leans back
on his comfortable recliner
and takes a big gulp...
a h h h h ! ! !
temporary freedom
from back-breaking work
never tasted
so refreshing!!
he's earned his right
to be blissfully idle
throughout the day.
he's got hours of sleep
to catch up on!
Copyright ©
Edward Ibeh
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