Why run aground on life’s little shallows?
Dying prematurely to meet a lousy deadline.
It’s all a gift and when I go to the gallows
Will I, hand on heart, say I read that sign
Bent by the roadside all the life down?
Did I for a moment take my eyes off the road?
Pull over for a breather, see the leaves turn brown?
Break my routine, watch the elements corrode
Everything around me that was once pristine?
Did I down tools for just long enough
To peer through the gloaming at the fading green?
See diamonds gleaming in the rough?