No time to think
No time for words to trickle in
And flow out into a blank page
Blotches of black on white
No time to write
As I keep doing
There’s some much to do
Though I don’t know what
No time to waste
In meaningless thoughts
And empty words
When I have work to do
No time to live
As I work hard
Trading time to live
And for good times
Caught in the spinning wheels
Keeping up with its relentless pace
I’m in the race
A spoke in the wheel called progress
MVJ Simon 2010
1 comment:
I enjoyed this poem that you had no time to write. I'm glad you took the time to pen a few lines.
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