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Back stooped and shoulders sagging
Soul and body really flagging
Worn out and weary, time to retreat
Has this daily grindstone got me beat?
Cast your mind to a white sand shore
Green palm fronds over sea azure
Trade winds there cool a simpler life
And roaring breakers mute that strife
Above blackest night and pinprick stars
Milky way and meteors
Beneath, glowing wake eats up the miles
As mast and deck heel to the sails
Go cruising now then my friend, don’t wait
Till fatty fare ‘n stress slow up your gait
Real loved ones will support you swim or sink
Life’s hour is later than you might think
Bill Redgrove