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

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