Epilogue - Ode To The Lethargic

Cast Upon This Hapless Isle
A Pencil In my Hand.
Sitting Here without a Smile
Feeling Bored and Bland.
     
Wondering why it is this way
Spending Time for Naught.
Wasting The Best Hours of the day
Knowing my Soul is Bought.
     
For Working Here Is Life Passed By.
Freedom Traded For A Clock.
I'd Rather Be Sitting Under a Tree
Staring At a Rock.

Contributed by Thomas Yost.