Get It
You've got to get it, get it, get it,
afore you find it's gone.
Afore the morning sun wipes,
the dew from new mown lawn.
Afore the rooster crows his dominance,
to his hens before the dawn.
Got to get up and going,
no time to fake or fawn.
The rat race waits for no one,
to get their act together.
You have to slog on to the end,
whether fair or foul weather.
Through all years with tears and fears,
until the struggle you have won.
No time to take it easy,
holding on is so much fun.
And when you've got it, got it, got it,
was it really worth the struggle?
Was anything left of the way it was,
before it was reduced to rubble?
Life's Race © Ingram Pinn in Financial Times
Got my second Pfizer shot yesterday.
This poem is some semblance of what went through my mind in
the early hours of this morning.
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