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.