Rivers of sand

 
 
How do people do mad and busy lives?
I can’t do anything anymore
Save at a plodding and pleasant pace
That lets things unfold their own way.
That lets life have its say.

What’s their sense of purpose?
These mad and busy people.
Such furious dedication to their cause.
Dogs chasing their tails,
Striving to succeed in sales.

Under clear blue skies or drifting clouds,
In caring rain and careless wind.
By indifferent sea, on birthing land,
By stoic trees and delighted daffodils,
Their lives flow past like rivers of sand
 
 

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  1. #1 by helenvalentina on March 7, 2013 - 7:11 am

    Love it!! 🙂

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