Bumbled Life
They bumble about, free of care, wants they don't share,
For that is the true assemblage of common life,
As we amble our way, busily, though with set aims,
Our goals are never the same, yet we bumble just the same,
From here to there, seen from above, our jive hive,
Yet from below, we all know, the way to the top, by the scent,
The sweetness lies in the ascent, the laud of sweet success,
We still rumble and tumble bearing doubts about our goals,
Of our climb, at some level, did we buzz instead of, hum,
Is there a question of our ardor, have our odor turn to, stench,
Our ascent turned to descent, have we stagnated the hive,
Have we jeopardized our bumble and stumble, the top flop,
Not met half-way, we fly the course, adverse to wings,
We hover our chores diligently, making sure of our cares,
Minimize defects, maximize decency, float to our ends,
Deliveries genteel promises, sailing aloof though conscious,
Extenuate to an agreeable level, adjudicate our charges,
Stay within our averages, mindful of extremes, be balanced,
Thorough channeled laden holed existence your hive realized,
Buzz to others, sniffing scents, bumbled joy, deny not yourself.
2019 September 21
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