Banking on it.

They wonder why he sits alone
And why he’s so forlorn;
No love interest –
And what says that best
Than a heart that’s overdrawn.

OOO.

What’s important in your life,
Is it bricks and mortar?
Or is it laying on white sands,
Caressed by azure waters?
The boardroom? Just a bored-room
And the desk is still a pest
But my out of office sunset
Is the place I choose to rest.

Bye Felicia!

He packed in the rat-race and swapped it for more of a mole-stroll.