The way to go

Steps quickening, panting, scurrying
Hands on the clock face ticking louder
Signaling the dearth of time

Work calls
With tar, smoke and burning rubber

And then I see

Two tiny pairs of feet

Walking hand in hand

Basking in life

Just so


Written in response to YeahWrite's GargleBlaster prompt #162

   This week's question: 
Which way to go?

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