TOUGH AT THE TOP
Young man in a hurry,
He's working every hour.
Working for his place
In the corridors of power.
Walking roughshod over all
Who dare get in his way.
Telling tales, reporting back
What disgruntled colleagues say.
Then one day he makes the grade:
Ambition's buds, they flower.
Promotion paves his entrance
To the corridors of power.
Now, at last, he's at the top
But he must watch his back.
For many young, ambitious men
Will follow in his track.
All too soon, he'll realise
That ambitions can devour
Health and sensitivity
In the corridors of power.
Now ulcers and a heart attack
Are the price he has to pay.
But first a broken marriage
Because work kept him away.
Bad health means he's lost his job,
And everything's turned sour.
Young men can grow old too fast
In the corridors of power.
Copyright Peter Jones 1991