summer days pass like
clouds in the sky;
seasons change with the blowing of the wind,
time is merciless . . . he waits for no one.
patience is not his forté,
hurrying forward to pass each marches;
ticking off the passing years –
we push, we struggle
trying to squeeze more & more
into our days –
it doesn’t work.
it’s funny to watch
the “ants” of society –
hustle & bustle,
they try to fill their days
it just becomes meaningless moments
meaning drains as they have nothing to live for . . .
I smile & relax –
willing to share if they would be willing to listen.
wil becker
1997.08.05
