Author Charles Buxton Going When all the docket's clear, And all the work is done, We shall sit down at last, my dear, To rest us in the sun. But when the race is run, The part is all played through — We'll feel, no doubt, our rest well won; But then — what shall we do? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments