He see's the world going by him <br />But he doesn't seem to care <br />He passes the time of day <br />Sitting by the window playing solitaire <br /> <br />He watches people hurry by <br />Each with their own special cares <br />He always laughs as he watches them <br />For he can see they are going no where <br /> <br />Everyone seems to be in a hurry <br />Living life faster then they should <br />But he knows they'll never slow it down <br />He knows they wouldn't, even if they could <br /> <br />So he just passes the time of day <br />Playing cards and watching people rush <br />He knows that deep inside of them <br />They have all lost the human touch <br /> <br />You see he knows they are so consumed <br />By their jobs they are owned <br />They always rush to get things done <br />They've forgotten what it's like to be at home <br /> <br />But he knows that come tomorrow <br />They'll pick up where they left off today <br />They'll hurry and they'll scurry <br />As they rush their life's away <br /> <br /> <br />12-4-09/RjH<br /><br />Ray Hansell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/people-in-a-hurry/
