Sometimes you need to press the pause button;
there is so often no obvious cause, but then
you’re feeling tired, may be you will be fired;
there is a voice of reason tells you when.
You’re in control, it’s easy motoring,
you know the old routine, it’s etched indelibly.
The lights are green, the road is clear, you’ve seen
the way ahead, no lights are red, at least foreseeably.
Like a shark, gills braced with oxygen
the very stuff that fills your life, but then
forget to feed, and bleed some energy;
then you find you cannot swim again.
And when you cannot swim and move
Nor does life’s blood flow through, to keep
Your gills, your lungs, no voice to soothe
Is heard whilst body sinks into the deep.
Sometimes you need to press the pause
There is no rhyme or ruse or cause,
Except to enjoy a golden day, an hour, a minute
Even one second of happy joy or bliss is yours
And once you find this state is life enhancing
It is yours forever to recall, to have a ball
Whenever the stresses fall away, you feel inclined to sing
And thank the Lord you have a life at all
Forget the dust, the wailing child or mouth to feed
It will not want for lack of your attention
You must simply allow yourself the time you need
No one will criticise your momentary abstention
Nothing is lost by doing this, in fact the opposite is true
If you indulge, absorb yourself outside your corse
So many ways there are to ‘vive yourself, you always knew
Sometimes you have to press the pause.
© 2009 John Anstie
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