Rush To The End Poem by Jose Maret

Screeching tires and hurrying bikes
And the path that lay asking to be crossed
The lights deny me access as urgency beckons
The dog senses my rush and helps me through
No one waits for me as I ramble across
In a stumble themselves as I grumble along
My fading lights and my blackened teeth
They paint a scene of a story old and grim
I cannot wait, I say out loud with no voice heard
There is so much to do out here, the dog is hungry
I throw my long unwashed hair to either side as I do
I pick a rag in my pocket and snort as I always do
In the rush across the path for me and no lights
I can not wait I tell the blaring horns today
None of it can wait; it is my rush in life.