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,
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.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.