About Pastimes

About Pastimes To be a scatterbrain is a blessing and a curse; Jumping from play to play, immaturity at its worse. Painting is so gripping while it’s being done, Reading takes its reader to serious or fun. Writing verse as it comes and hope that it's enjoyed, Is a past time to add to the past times employed. And then there’s the canine that joins to watch the moon, The flibbertigibbet pursuits all gone too soon. Some folks ride the oceans and plan dreamy trips to space, And then there are those who find their fun by just reshaping their face. There are pastimes to ride horses and bungees to jump from mountains, While others reach into waters to find coins in far off fountains. Alas, though, my friend, methinks a pastime becomes past time in time.