I stand still <br />while movement is all round me. <br />I stand still at the margin of life <br />with so little time <br />and so much to do. <br />My list grows longer <br />My navel grows deeper <br />and so I “rest a minute”, <br />a living death— <br />I have another cough drop <br />- I need the stimulation <br />and go about my business. <br />“Do I contradict myself? <br />Very well then, I contradict myself” <br />Although I do not contain multitudes.<br /><br />Fred Babbin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-of-an-old-man/