A number of folk I know,
Are busy with scant time to slow…
Which for me is fine,
‘Cause I see in kind
A delightful humanity flow.
Some days are harfer than others
For sons, daughters, fathers and mothers…
Just a quip
On the outward trip,
And I perceive their druthers.
Not much time for discussion
As most of the time they’re rushing…
To escape for the day
And relax some way,
Take a nap on a fluffy cushion?
I’ve learned to stay out of the way,
They won’t run me over, so I say…
Behind the desk
It’s a safer task
To rejoice with their end of the day!