and head to the beach
this nine to five life
is really getting to me
work for five and then off two
people pulling on me
and too much to do
what I wouldn’t give for
some time in the sun
surf rolling in, no deadlines to be done
lay on the beach, let my skin tan
sleeping at night under
that old ceiling fan
that house by the sea just
keeps on calling me
Mexico is close, but
not as close as it should be
my body is here at work
my mind is at the beach
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
1 comment:
Superb! wonderful!! I'm there for the get away.
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