BY BECKIE HARVEY

Swirling masses of people
Talking,
Laughing,
Joking,
Faces glaring,
Staring,
Occupied in thoughts
Rushing. . .
To what?

A minute task
A job to occupy time
Work that steals their thoughts
All are these busy, busy people
Following them you will find yourself. . .
Where? Nowehere!

Rushing to finish
Some job never begun,
Continue
Some task never started,
See
Something that is not there,
Do
Something that has no way of being done,

What is the point of this mad rushing?
Why not slow down and enjoy life?
I want to make a point of my life.