Where Are You Off To In Such a Hurry
It is a must that I have to rush,
And spare not even a second of Time
All I touch just turns to dust-
Patience...that virtue to find!
Amidst the stress so meaningless,
The Peace I seek thereafter
For my own good I can't obsess,
But get lost in all the laughter
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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