The Poetry of Richard Schletty
People rushing,
like sled drivers mushing
o'er cold hard terrain,
at a pace that's insane.

Playing the game,
looking for fame,
adventure or lust,
whatever's a must.

Rushing, acquiring,
without deep inquiring.
Their gain is their loss.
A gray albatross.

© 2006 Richard Schletty
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