It’s August – time to muse a while;
Life’s frantic
pace is such a trial
We tackle tasks
at breakneck speed
To buy more objects
than we need …
So, I ask
myself, as you must too,
Where is it
that we’re rushing to?
Cool magic passes
by our noses
Why not stop and
smell life’s roses?
Computers,
SMART phones, Instagram
Seem our daily
lives to cram;
Yet each one’s
clock ticks deftly by
No time, alas,
to wonder why…
While Eastern mystics
understand
True wealth lies
not in owning land
Their age-old
adage “Less is more”
Brings peace of
mind so spirits soar!
But modern
lives are fuelled by stress;
This impetus means
lack of rest
Mad drive for profits
quite unchecked,
Result: more health
and love lives wrecked!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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