The Rush

The rush to close on what is due,

The plan that sticks for half a day,

The ideas that wander across my brain,

The laps it takes to close on stuff,

I look up and see myself as a kid,

Picking and puzzling at all these things,

I'm grateful and wonder what it is,

That makes a change so hard and tearful,

I'm happy the day is gone and I rest,

To sleep away the heavy toll.