Numero Uno

Day in and day out
I see people rushing about
with a dogged sense of duty,
and a fervor that I pity.

They have a goal, they have an aim,
Working hard to acquire fame.
They are busy with this or that
They have no time for friendly chat...

They are rude, they are curt
Mindless of whom they hurt
in their bid to race ahead
wanting to lead than be led.

Their faces are marred with frowns.
They've lost all their natural bounce.
They don't laugh or smile these days,
they spend time in productive ways.

I thank God for relieving me
of the burden which they carry.
Happily, I'm through all this -
one of few to have acquired bliss.

I wave my hand, I graciously smile
They don't even care to stop,
but give me hostile look instead -
it sure is lonely at the top!