It's the loss of so many--a ubiquitous malaise-
too much chagrin the world indeed does know
the planning, the craving , the competing
and achieving--they take toll and life loses its glow-

footloose? an inane poetic advice
don't say that--it's puerile--oh no!
life is never a holiday nor a charmed tale
and really there's nowhere to go--

travel?  wanderlust? nothing better to do?
only the idle, the fool and mindless do so
leave the field, the sea, the mountain and hill alone
why bother which way the winds doth blow?

watch, oh watch how the share-market prices rise
up and up and the bank account's figures grow
footloose? take a break, relax--are you out of your wits?
success, power and money is the only show we know!