Take your place or lead the herd,
Doing both is quite absurd.
Disregard what feelings stirred.
Now's the time;when lines are blurred.

If you miss it, you must stow
That central place with outward flow.
It will sigh and cease to grow
As slow sadness begins to show.

Your name will adorn the purse accurséd.
Your cries for mercy's worst, reverséd.
At best, you won't get reimburséd
At worst, your death will be rehearséd.

As the days relieve the nights,
Realize the steady ironic might,
That time is a slice of traveling light.
And though it stings you'll be all right.

And when that central place is rested
And you feel that life's been bested.
Cry, because you've yet been tested,
Regardless of the end requested.

So take your place twixt wolf and flock.
And find the life there quite a shock.
Nary a glance, your central clock,
Nary a thought, that stale tick-tock.