A poem about being busy v. being content. 68 words
|Here I have been sitting
concentrating on sunsets and
Alfred Lord Tennyson.
While all around me
people have been rushing in every direction.
And now I am too far behind
ever to catch up.
But, I almost feel like saying:
Run yourself around in circles.
And when you have exhausted your energy,
retrace your steps.
Come back to where I am.
And I will sit and quote you poetry.