Too Busy
We're too busy it seems
to take time for dreams
or to go for a walk in the sun.
Too busy today no time for play,
too busy just getting things done.
Too busy to sit and read awhile,
too busy for stories,
too busy to smile.
No time for old friends,
no time for the new.
Too busy thinking of things,
we must do.
Too busy; to watch the birds in flight,
too busy; to count the stars in the night,
too busy; to watch the children playing,
we don't hear, half the things they're saying.
We're too busy, for picnics
when the weather is mild
or to share in the joys, of a little child.
Too busy, for all the simple things,
no time for the blessings, each day can bring.
When our life is finally through
and there's nothing worthwhile, left to do.
Will our hearts be filled, with misgivings
when we learn we've been Too busy,
for living.
poem by Hilda/ picture by Brian Auer