I stand and watch; wait and see;

For those who wait, stand, watch me!

The longest day does shortly pass;

Night extends, yet does not last.

My time is theirs, but it is not given;

They waste and wile away, unbidden.

Where shall we go? What shall we wear?

The days concern, a spent affair;

Unsound in choice, a daily chore;

To gain what else, but little more.

Shall it be time beneath the whip,

To toil beyond a senseless skit;

To take the ornaments anew,

Dress up, afresh, join the queue;

To start a task, and once again,

Repeat the same, a daily chain.

They stand and watch! Wait, you see;

Much spent before the T.V.

And in that mirror, every day,

Convince themselves of all they say;

The sight is left to turn the ray;

While joy is absent after all;

The facade projects an unheard call.

So prim and proper is the course,

No need to listen to the verse;

For I am one whose needs, not many;

Enjoy the world without a penny.

My passing comes with ease

Observing all, as I shall please.

The clouds, the sky, the Sun so bright,

A shade, a shelter, brilliant light;

To make each moment, one of joy;

A different fashion, another toy.

Why should I hurry down the lane?

When those who pass have all to blame!

To carry packs, as large, and tall,

To fit together, burden all.

The birds they chatter, back and forth,

Frolic and provide the mirth.

The fragrance of the grass, fresh mown,

To tingle amid the blossoms shown.

The dray is pulled, and forced to push

Against the harness and the mush.

How can I give this way a course;

Where all who run chase the horse?

Let Nature take a natural step;

For him who stood and watched and wept!

1991 © Will George.