My Summer Placation
The months of work, my project done,
the big account at long last won,
my wife resolved we'd have some fun,
like she had dreamed.
Before it even had begun,
I kicked and screamed

The last thing on my burdened mind
was flying in a plane, confined;
while tasks were getting more behind,
I wouldn't rest.
But though I madly fussed and whined,
I acquiesced.

Surprised, I did relax one day,
engaged in monuments to play,
concerns lost in a Greek soiree,
I was reposed,
the Eiffel replica's cafe
was never closed.

The firm endured without me there,
my ego checked, I'm now aware
that workaholics can repair
their one-track lives.
A foliage outing we'll prepare
as Fall arrives.


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