If the world ceased movement, <br />would everything come to an end? <br />Constantly moving, seeking improvement, <br />always following the newest trend. <br />So afraid of dying <br />that we never slow down. <br />Memories of laughing and crying <br />or acting like a clown, <br />all forgotten in place of a busy life. <br />Endless development and financial worry <br />shall only end in strife. <br />Stepping around in an endless flurry, <br />We forget to enjoy life's pleasures. <br />Such things as fun no longer hold meaning <br />and money and work become false treasures. <br />On the deathbed after a life of gleaning. <br />But much too late has it been realized, <br />when your life is almost over. <br />The world you so idolized, <br />was as unlucky as a one-leaf clover.<br /><br />Serenity Mieczkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-leaf-clover/
