Man from Porlock

The Man from Porlock

A stop was put to ‘Kubla Khan’

By a man on business from Porlock.

The words dried up.

It’s easy to identify

The men from Porlock and their kind,

Our tragedies we rise and meet,

And heroes are not hard to find.

We clear the boulders in our way,

But the problem is the everyday,

The gravel of monotony,

The weight of many hours.

The waking up and wondering how

To do the jobs that are queuing now.

The hard thing is the common chore,

The “getting and spending that lay waste our powers”

To use the phrase of his friend,

That dread dead time from 3 to 4,

When the day appears to have no end,

A rosary of things to do,

But the will is there no more.

 

Copyright 2013