Commute

by Yankee4youSt. Albans, Vermont, USA

Nov 2013 737 Views 8 comments

The Commute

I am struggling
With the pace of life
Never far removed
From toil and strife
The hours drawing near
Life drifting so afar
All the time wondering
Who the hell we are
Is life really progress
When we have no time
Under so much stress
Travelling down
The highway so sublime
Ever careful to observe
To whom we must serve
‘Till suddenly at once
We have to swerve
Just to survive

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Posted: Nov 2013

About this poem:

That crazy time before and after going to work.

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Comments (8)

nonsmokerWaterford, IrelandNov 20, 2013

Is the highway digital or Analogue

fjamesj9701DunkinDonuts, Florida USANov 20, 2013

Every one is trying to function with no movement I feel at times. Then the chaos of city life and its traffic really encourages me to live on a remote island and study sea mammals. Enjoyed the read…Jesse

trurorobAlicante, Valencia SpainNov 21, 2013

Its far too pacey these days, or am I just slowing down?, like the reflection.
Rob

TorlessChristchurch, Canterbury New ZealandNov 21, 2013

ahh so true of today. thanks

Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKNov 21, 2013

I am struggling
With the pace of life
Never far removed
From toil and strife

Dear Yankee,

How I yearn for a gentler way of living, home grown food, no high powered cars. Only the other day I looked death in the face, an idiot young man overtaking another car, coming head on to me, he wobbled and missed our car by an inch, I was so in shock for a while, then I started to cry.

I always enjoy your lovely poems about every day life.

gnj4uBoston, Massachusetts USANov 21, 2013

Hi, Yankee4you,
Yes, often, We have to swerve Just to survive. There's much to be said for staying attentive Travelling down The highway so sublime. Enjoyed The Commute and it questioning Who the hell we are.