now with your feet up

you slave

away for a good part of your life.

you collect

money,

save it for

a rainy day, for your old age

and then

you sit back

and rest,

staring at the ducks

in the lake.

the work done,

at last with no office to go to,

no boss,

no clock to obey.

this is what you've been

aiming for all

along, isn't it,

now with your feet up,

haven't you won?