If only it rhymed properly, or had any meter, or were written in decent English, or had any relevance to the question.
Far-paved and tarmacked routes extend as far as lives,
Under the coach-horns’ hoots and onboard radio jives,
Commute away from dull and tepid afternoons,
Karma has called, so mull your future sweet doubloons.
Yawns beckon in the dusk, so sleep through dusty miles,
Orang-utanish musk through fellow-travellers files,
Upon yesterday’s husk now turn a thousand smiles.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 9:19, Reply)