Time Up

He rose, got hot to trot,

Booked a cab, and went to his workplace,

Loaded with ton-weighing files, armed with twenty different devices,

He set on his journey towards triumph

Working hard, earning gains,

He smirked with a sense of satisfaction,

This wheel of the trek had exhausted him, 

But he was bound to it by the leash of desires. 

At home, his mother lay,

Her life slowly ebbing away,

She asked him to spare a moment for her,

But he pushed her and got his laptop out.

After not what was a long time,

She shuffled off the mortal coil,

He tumbled down and wailed a bucket, clinging on to her recollections,

But none was done, as the time was up.