There came at last
a day when,
exhausted and utterly fed up,
Sisyphus just walked
up the hill,
clear to the top
without stopping.
Once there,
he took a seat,
wiped his brow,
gazed about at the view,
then looked back
down the hill
at the rock lying there.
And, grinning smugly,
he said out loud,
Yes, this is better.
This is much better.