Busy Men,Idle Sun
busy men,scatter like travel of
pain,
through every road;every nerve
end.
they push me;push through my
rays.
walk pass me,afraid to lend a gaze,
alone,frustrated,pouring out my
heat waves,
i watch as they forget i need them.
busy men,walking back-straight
back,
through same roads-same or
different cars
glad that i am leaving,to natures'
park.
they walk pass me without regards,
talk less about on weather forcast.
heading home,alone.
someone is an island after all.
will somebody be kind enough,
to sit and watch?
busy men will never see the
beauty of a sunrise.
busy men-will never see the
beauty of anything in life.
Copyright © Alumbugu Akolo | Year Posted 2013
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