Idle Watch
I sit and watch the passer-byes
Not staring back my curious eyes,
I wear a mask of oak-like tree
To knot the stodginess in me
Walk, they do in robotic pace
A grip of stride, a steady race,
What they do, where they go
It puzzles me, this mortal flow
Do they portray a test to truth
A weary show to pretend aloof,
Or am I seen as idle fool
A wasting one, a stubborn mule
Should I care?
Copyright © Lou Schreiberg | Year Posted 2011
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