a mere forty years

when young,

at the first job, the first desk,

the first boss

upon you,

you think, how much longer do

i have to do this.

forty years more?

impossible.

and then forty years passes

and you leave 

to go home.

at last you are done.

you remove you shoes,

take off your clothes,

you turn off your phone.

you lie down to rest.

and you miss it.