turns on a sixpence. The two and fro

of work-life balance comes to a clattering halt.

Trying to meet targets and create impact crashes down

When the real impact comes.

Crash, bang, wallop what a car crash!

A rubber-necker’s delight.

On the radio before the emergency crew arrive

And when they come, they keep asking you

Name, date of birth, what happened… over and over

While inserting wires under clothing, clips on fingers

Apologising for bumps on the road and reminding you how

To take gas and air.

Life turns on a sixpence, and sometimes

You actually get lucky

And live, to tell the tale.