And now for a poem about our constant battle, to try to find the time to do things. And a suggestion, as to why its so hard.
Thanks you coming by to read!
Who’s got time for poetry?
And who’s got time for love?
Who’s got time for things, that they
Know not the meaning of?
Who’s got time for politics?
And who has time for jokes,
Or time to pick a suit from off the rack,
Much less, bespoke?
Who has time for sleeping, now?
Or time to count their vices?
And who now writes a letter, when
A quick email suffices?
Who can stop to cheer a friend,
Or visit sickly mates,
Or rest their bones, within a church,
So near the Pearly Gates?
We’re busier than busy, yet
We lack the ways and means
To lift our eyes a moment,
From our harkening, sparkling screens.
Copyright 2021 Andrea LeDew
For more on modern manners, read Thank You: It’s Only Polite.