Three times today the word “busy” came up as I attempted to have conversations with different people. This prompted me to ponder upon why we are all so busy that we seemingly have no time to stop and take a few minutes for a friendly chat. Thus this poem was written to share my frustrations.
In my imagination,
I see a day that’s red light free.
No stopping or starting,
Just cruising happily.
I’d reach my destination,
So very easily,
If I had nothing in the way,
To bring delay to me.
Yet life is not that simple,
And in true reality.
A few red lights are always needed,
To make me stop and see,
That often an interruption,
Becomes a great possibility.
One which could be missed,
by living a green light fantasy.
Leona J. Atkinson
07-09-13
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 