Lyric Poem · Happiness
Boss of Time
You gave the work your mornings,
your Mondays, and your prime;
now comes the great reversal —
at last, you're boss of time.
So spend it like a spendthrift,
on naps, on trips, on pride;
you've banked a life of golden hours —
go spend them far and wide.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“Boss of Time” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/boss-of-time
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