Thirsty

by Russell Golata


 

Did you ever try

to fit too much

into one day?

 

You run around

everywhere, to

get to nowhere.

 

When the day is gone,

you look back at it all,

find a great many things

 

started and began,

with nothing finished

or accomplished.

 

All the hurry in the world

doesn't carry an ounce

of satisfaction, as a

 

matter of fact, anything done

under these conditions, is

forced and contrived.

 

So attack the world,

one minute at a time.

Feel the earth move

 

smell the air, touch the sky,

blaze a trail, hear a baby cry,

bring a smile, drink in life

 

to Autumn Leaves, an online poetry journal
volume 11(6)
This poem is copyright © 2007, Russell Golata, all rights reserved.
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