INTO THE SUN
by Joe Belotte
Man--
Live!
Have fun.
Ride around in a merry coach
In a gay way
All day--
And enjoy.
Life is sweet,
But men, asleep
To the times
And moments of Life’s happy dream,
Work and weep--
Unnoticing.
While the last chosen few
Picnic in a field
With the breeze
And the scent of the countryside,
The businessman,
With his day half done,
Works toward one at his desk;
The sun at his window,
His sleeves turned up.
Can
This man
With his worries
And such responsibility
Know
Or see
Or enjoy
This toy that is Life?
Man,
You unhappy creature,
Come down from the office
And up from the subway
Into the sun.