Saturday, March 22, 2008

My Poem: Too Busy




Too Busy


(written about 35 years ago)


What ever happened to yesterday?


Our lives flash by like a busy freeway,


The things that we buy now


simply do not last


Joy and satisfaction are a thing of the past.


We rise, rushing to be on time,


ever in a hurry


Doctors tell us we are dieing


of bitterness and worry.


Where are we going at this mad pace?


Like lemmings, to our deaths we race.


What have we accomplished


through all of this?


Fast food, diabetes, and kidney dialysis.


by R. F-M

1 comment:

Waterrose said...

Oh, you have written my sentiments. Seems I'm always multitasking and I'm not sure I'm getting any further ahead or happier!