The Ants On the Table

I was sitting in the Florida sun, Enjoying a moment of quiet fun- When I noted some tiny ants hurrying across the table, I wondered if it was fear or just because they were able. Many times people are like these tiny ants, We scurry around living by the seat of our pants, Just like the tiny ants on that table- We do it only because we are able. This is a strange mood I'm in if I may, Philosophizing and reminiscing of my hay-days, Like the ants upon that table- Having fun just because I'm able. So all you poets just sitting around- Start thinking of what you have found, You can be like those tiny ants on the table, Write your best simply because you are able.