William Robinson Poet I do not know?

In Motion

Whether following a star,
Or paddling a boat,                                  
Driving a car,       
Or riding a goat,
The truest words I ever wrote:
Everyone keeps on moving.
                                                    
Going out west, 
Or going back east. 
Leaving the best,
While pursuing the least.
Must be the nature of the beast:
Everyone keeps on moving.
                                                    
Out at the front door,
And in at the back.
Mopping the floor--
Muddy, kid tracks.
Losing our cools, blowing our stacks.
Everyone keeps on moving.
                                                   
Lagging behind,
Or forging ahead,
Wasting our time,
Until we're all dead.                      
I'm losing my mind, so I'm going to bed;
You folks, just keep on moving.

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