Too Many Weeds
Too Many Weeds
Never a break?
Traffic overlapping.
Nothing is parallel.
Busy world.
(Like Ants)
No time to rest.
Dirt settled.
Weeds crawl upward.
Race to nowhere.
People are always in a hurry.
Weeds grow slowly.
Take time to breathe.
Time is fading.
Too many weeds.
Ashes descending.
A road burning.
Congested streets.
Always worried.
Too many weeds.
Feet on the ground.
Take it easy, early morning.
Always suffocating.
Slow down to find your way.
Copyright © Charles Gadbois | Year Posted 2025
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