Roscoe Lane
Roscoe Lane
Mar 21, 2011

ticking life away, easy...

ticking life away, easy…

Never really cared for time,
an old slow clock at work.
Targets, I have no mountains,
no haste to race from my stork.

Worlds a real fast busy place
wonder what I’m needed for.
Never been willing to chase,
pound sterling, or Yankee dollar.

I sit here typing on my putor,
wow: I love her made up word.
Reminds me of her sweet voice,
spelling! don’t be absurd.

Words carry all my desires,
why burn muscles till they hurt.
Under me no litany of fires,
why run, you can stay at start?

Cease I’m saying sit you down,
it’s time we all did take a pew.
Don’t run around as dollar’s clown,
no one thinks any less of you.

Men in grey see us scurry and dance,
keeps them all in comfort and wealth.
Politicians, kings all men of chance,
don’t even care, for our worlds health.

Nature has given man a mighty brain,
used well we can have our leisure.
We have the power to just remain,
do we really need that golden treasure?

About This Poem

Last Few Words: sitting here easy, wrote this just thinking about the rat race,

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Scotland, Ayrshire land of Burns.., GBR

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14 years 1 month ago

interesting this might need another read
but these lines had me thinking of song
lyrics I remember from years ago
"Never really cared for time,
an old slow clock at work." -------(even a stopped
clock gives the right time twice a day )
"Targets, I have no mountains,
no haste to race from my stork."--- taking time out
from the rat race maybe ,
I like the title , cheers ,,,,,,,,,,,zigs