Loath to Linger
More get-up-and-go than you’ll ever know …
No leisure lady, I’d be lost
To sit a spell with both hands crossed.
I’d stretch and then in one fell swoop,
Leap to my feet to close the loop.
Yea, half-done projects leave me sore
And empty promises, much more.
Sure, rest and ease enhance one’s state,
But what if duties fall too late?
Distraction may sound like a fault,
Attention lost by life’s assault.
Yet I contend a wand’ring mind
May lead to gems no others find.
So I will take my hurried pace,
The fits and starts, the winding race.
A busy life, with every turn,
Is no onlooker’s own concern.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.
This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog Challenge
National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
Five-Minute Friday: “empty”
Meme Express: “close the loop”