Under the Green Desk Lamp…
As the plans just slide away.
You can feel it in the minute,
Perhaps there’s just more in it.
More to look back on,
To miss where you’ve come from.
You’ve made it nowhere before long,
Into the distance the road goes on.
The axis spinning starts to wobble,
Yet unfinished on you hobble.
More to do, and more to see,
And more to meet, and more to be.
But every year’s a little faster,
Can you hear the laughter of the Master?
-Brad OH Inc.