Grind To A Halt [Rev]

My beloved’s birthday has been hijacked by his
company; the final contract won’t be signed until
midnight - his day’s thus been ruined by a school
of sharks, pirates, evil attorneys & their minions;
gone’s the pleasure of going to the sea-side and
staying in a wooden hut under swaying, sighing
fir trees; resigned, he bought a cake, accepted

A gift of whiskey, though he sits stoically - pining
for release from uncertainty, for the final moment
it’s signed - and so then to relax, enjoy life again;
I run about, rebellious and angry that his strife is
caused by the whims of conniving colleagues - I
want to watch TV & sleep, shutting out all of his
heartbreak - how can I inspire joy & love when

I feel so disappointed myself, it’s not a certainty
all parties will sign and if not, the company will
grind to a halt with all having to pay back debts,
wiping pension & prospects; I sigh - sins of the
fathers could affect my son’s future too…