RUSH

RUSH

We have the task of swiftly making breakfast, lunches, and dinners,
Multitasking at home and work, hastily running home in time for dinner
The whole life is a series of motions, with no time to stand and breathe the present moment.


Now it is our children who do the same as we did, as we grew old and finished our share of rushing
Now it's our children, without any help, sharing work between partners
One will do the dishwasher and laundry and the other will vacuum & and clean the washrooms

I wonder when we are old, will it be the same? Just rush and rush,
Or we will be a non-entity
Our life will probably be a hindrance if it is too long

Waiting for the call from thee
Will our demise be a hurry to bury?