Being Productive
Most of life,
I thought being busy
is not the same
as being hectic,
and the question
and answer remain
Then, I thought,
how does
being productive fit in?
Choosing productive
made sense
Yet, who is my judge,
that was time to look up,
look for an angel
to judge from Heaven
I never found one
which strangely
declared me confused,
my first judgement
so arrived
But, when one is hectic,
one is busy,
quite a merry-go-round,
a never ending whirl
Whoops, I know my answer,
I'll look at the blue sky,
Wave at some bird,
Smell some flowers,
and
do absolutely
nothing at all
Now, I feel productive!
Copyright © Lou Schreiberg | Year Posted 2010
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