Deborah Herber Poet Rhyme

We'Re Always In a Hurry

We’re always in a hurry
To get there yesterday,
With the absence of caution
We blindly speed on our way.

The only goal we harbor
Is to get there fast,
Ignoring respect and patience
As we hurry on past.

With the flip of a finger
Or honk of the horn,
Our disrespectful impatience
Is driven to be born.

Four letter words
Carelessly fly from our mouth,
As traffic builds up
North, East, West and South.

Many innocent victims
Have been robbed of their lives,
As our desire to hurry
Continuously thrives.

We are all guilty
Including me,
Of speeding through life
As fast as can be.

Isn’t it time 
For us to slow down,
To impose caution and respect
For other people around.

We’re always in a hurry
To get there yesterday,
Even if life becomes
The cost that we pay.


I'm Still trying to perfect this poem.  For some reason it seems like it's either missing
something--or something is out of place.  Your opinions would be greatly appreciated!

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Magnus Nwagu Amudi Esq June 25, 2011 at 11:36 AM this poem touches me personally because of the corruption that has befallen my country by its leadership. People here are in a hurry to make money and they end up taking it from the hungry citizenry. let your ink flow tirelessly dearest Debrah

James Fraser August 3, 2009 at 12:01 PM I totally agree Deborah, we always seem to want everything done now, excellent>>James

Carrie Richards October 4, 2008 at 12:28 PM I love your words...just as they are. They are your words alone, and that is enough!! :) Blessings ~Carrie

Kristin Reynolds September 25, 2008 at 5:05 AM I agree with James...let it lay...and walk away. For at least a week, the words will come. I like it the way it is, and agree totally. Love Kristin

James Foulk September 24, 2008 at 9:14 PM let it sit for awhile, let it rest, go on to something else, and one night during sleep, it will come to you like a thunderstorm comes on us so fast so will the idea to do what you must do. but this was a great poem as is, and so very true, a great message.

George Anos September 24, 2008 at 7:20 PM it's innocence and the message it conveys is enough consideration to understand that this is a true poem, straight from the heart.