business ethics, my style

Early in the morning, about ten days ago,
Was just back from the jog, and had a hunch;
I must uncoil the rather inert and silly bunch
of the tiny grey cells and lift the embargo,

Over the sane functioning of my brains;
and readily take over the reins
of my going nowhere life and dashed living
that required some taking and some giving.

To paper over the cracks I ordered for
some four newspapers and augour,
what I hoped would be a new lease of
life to my fast gerying capacity to digest facts
and conduct my life with greter tacts.

A gentleman in his mid forties, all prim
and proper and punctual and grim,

faithfully began delivering them at
every morning seven thirty flat.

No miss, no fuss, all pure business,
mechanical in conduct, calm under duress;
a hint of smile on his face when meet
and the compulsory word or two to greet;

pretty much all that you want,
in a 'dependable' man and chant
your gods to grant you as your friends,
and then stop worrying about changing trends.

But the romantic stupid that I am,
I started thinking deeply about the question;

and the young boy kept knocking at random,
asking me if I would not try him ever again.

This boy, barely in his teens, had met me only an
hour later I engaged the efficient businessman,
said he had missed me earlier on,

because he was already gone-

slighly before I got back
from the greenish track.

He was all two bright eyes that
looked only to the future...

With naive hope and the confidence of faith
that remeinded me my own days of fun
freewheeling dreams and careless gait.
I'll come at 7, said he with hope and
you'd get a half hour more to stand
and stare at the papers and think
more deeply before you blink,
when talkinng to your learned friends
and foes and those that receommends.

I was none too impressed with his
rather wishful sales pitch; like this
I reasoned, one does not forego surities
no matter how poorly one begins.

A couple of weeks went by like this
and I was asking myself what wish
I wanted me to pursue for good,
Safe success or an walk on the wood?

What is my role if the good gent
upped his profit by two percent,
by adding one more client like me
who could be just about anybody?

He's arrived anyway, and would still do well
without me on his client list that's good anyway,
but the beginner for me looked like an angel,
who might need help to live for another day.

After a good week of such soul searching,
I made bold to turn overarching,
and called the good gent to chuck me off
from his list of morning- seekers,
and been waitng ever since to doff
my thnking hat before my sneakers,
or get the youngstar to take care
of my info-dopes, and kick me upstiar.