Member Poem

This is it
I give up
I throw in the towel
I draw the curtains
I pull down the shades
I close the doors shut
Finito
The end;

No more haggling
No more beseeching
No more whining
No more whimpering,
I’ll call it a day,
Saddle sore
I am heading home,
I am out of the race –
Get me off the grid.
World-weary
Timeworn,
I am done.
Flat-lined
I am pulling the plug.
I ran the gauntlet
Kaput
Stop the earth
I am getting off –
Sayonara!

I am just circling the drain –
Get me off this hamster wheel,
I am at the end of my tether,
I have just about seen
the last of the sunsets,
No more sunrises for me,
I am sitting fallow
I am at the end of my rope
I am teetering on the precipice
I am hanging by the skin of my teeth
I am dying on the vine
I am ready to kick the bucket –
Uh...can someone bring me a bucket please?