Rushing and speeding,
Our lives seem fleeting.
Not caring who we run down
In the process of time cheating
Anxious to get
From one minute to another,
Not a moment to spare
Or to take time for one another
Hurrying and shoving
No time to waste.
Not even for kindness
Due to our relentless pace
Pushing and running
Towards the ends of our lives,
But complaining in turn
About how our time flies
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Author:
notapoet (
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Comments2
Awesome
Thank you.
Welcome
yes I sometimes wonder why everyone rushes to the red light at the corner. your poem is very well stated and constructed! a joy to read. ww
Thank you sir.
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