In Death of a Salesman,
Biff talks about jobs he had,
pointing out suffering
fifty weeks each year
for the sake of a two-week vacation.
Evidently,
Death
wasn’t referring
to the Canadian federal bureaucracy
where even an entry-level position
grants you a three-week annual leave.
With so many days to enjoy Life,
the rest of the year
just flies by.
(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines writes for Blacklock’s each and every Sunday)
