What is leisure for you?
Yonder, I see a rope torn and twisted,
That is leisure for me,
Leisure is the hour of exhaustion,
You lay like a deadwood
After the day’s full fulcrum of commitment
Of domestic chores, you are the dumb ox,
Laden with the burden , the yoke tightening
Heavy on you, moving on still , a mechanical nod,
Or can we say you are an exhausted whale,
Marooned on the land waiting to be removed,
Leisure is for those whose coffers are full.
Whose unthinking or perverted thoughts
Either grin or to the brim.
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