Thirstyby 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
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volume 11(6)This poem is copyright © 2007,
Russell Golata, all rights reserved.
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