Dolce Far Niente
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Imagine there's nought to do today
In the gentlest, 'let it be' kinda way.
No clock's insistent hands to allay,
No hurried 'to do' demands to obey,
When the peace of stillness has sway,
When 'what does it matter' to delay
Makes worries gently fade away,
Into the background noise, to play
At another time, in another place, to flay.
Look at the lake, so calm, tranquil, grey.
All at peace in the dawn before the break of day
Having a quiet 'time out' to defray
The chaos, clatter, bustle looming on the driveway
Waiting to sour the scent of the sweetest bouquet,
To spoil the moment taken, to smell the roses, in the doorway
Of the 'sweetness of nothing' place, where too busy's at bay.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2023
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