Rush Hour

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    Rush Hour

    I rush through each day as if I have endless days ahead of me
    When in reality each day is counting down to my demise
    I awake each morning running my day through my mind
    Planning on how to get there in the shortest amount of time

    I rush through traffic, angry that it is moving so slowly
    I run through the halls, arriving at my office out of breath
    Logging in as I throw my purse in a drawer, the clerk reminds me of a meeting
    There's fifty emails to answer and the blasted light on my phone is blinking

    Burning my tongue on a cup of coffee, I rush down the stairs clutching my PDA
    Deleting messages on my way to another conference I'm not ready for
    To be told to move their projects to the top of my priorities
    I return to my desk and scratch another due date to my to do list

    Lunch comes and goes as I swallow yet another yogurt and banana
    I should have stock in these companies; it's my daily substance
    Budget is due and the contracts are behind; by the way where is my handouts?
    I still haven't answered that stupid light on my phone

    The day is finished and I finally get around to the messages
    One is canceling tomorrows meeting but there are two to replace it.
    The last call is my doctors office telling me the biopsy is back
    Could I make an appointment to see the doctor right away; it's abnormal.

    Cars honk as they pass me in their hurry to no where
    I don't see them through the veil of tears streaming off my cheek
    Did I just pass my exit? I don't care
    I'm no longer in a hurry; the sun has just set on my day.

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    bandit1192 commented on Rush Hour

    03-29-2009

    Hopefully, it's just a story. If not, I wish only the best for you. You make us realize that all the distractions of the day are nothing, when life decides to slap you in the face. TS

    WordSlinger commented on Rush Hour

    03-28-2009

    I hear This, city life sorta sux, but when your in the country, no one is around to help

    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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