Work

Past one o'clock before I got to bed

And up again at six to spend the day

At Selsdon High.  I had hoped that I may

Have found the time to really get my head

Around last night's Ivanov or the National's

Portrait Exhibition, but I find

They've faded and the focus of my mind

Is Tax returns and over worked professionals.

Why can't I find a  middle way between

The hurley-burley of the working life

With all its, tensions, nit-picking and strife

And the intellectual haven of what's seen.

           If I retired I could have Art each day

           But could I stand a life out of the fray?

Brian Hick Nov 2008

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