What is this life, that is full of care,
You find no time to double a dare.
No time to whine about your misfortune,
No time to dine in a ruined garden.
No time to pollute the river you pass,
No time to stare at the shadow on the grass.
No time to ponder at the night owl’s glance,
And watch her glide in perfect balance.
No time to wait and believe you can,
and stretch your arms when the fun began.
What is this life, that’s full of care,
You find no time to double a dare.
A sad life this is, if full of care,
You find no time to relax in a chair.
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This poem is written for Thursday Poets Rally week 25.
Everyone who writes poetry and has a blog is welcome to attend, Jingle will not specifically notify previous participants, no obligation, Happy Thursday 2 You all!
Jingle Nozelar 