Not Ready. Help us to be Steady
Not ready
Was the pensioner
Scanning over her bills
With thin-skinned trembling hands
Why the cost of her pills
Was enough, without
Other costs coming in
The burden was wearing thin
And increasing her doubt
That her bones would make
Many more years
Just to add to recurrent fears.
Not ready was the cyclist
For her bike to take a fall
The pain squinted through her eyes
As a motorist stops and tries
To offer solace in the pain
Oh, what do we gain?
As we rush by
Could we not stop and try
To lend a little hand
But we are part of a band
Of busy-rushing-types
There’s no time to stop for likes
Of those fallen off of bikes.
Not ready was the poet
For days of superficial din
Of going out and in
And out
To meetings of all kind
A sort of treadmill wind
Up to irksome things
Oh, what about the pings
Of the crying soul beneath
Longing to unsheathe
The deeper side of days
Instead of the blustering craze
Of daily business strife
Give us back our life!
We’re not ready
Help us to steady
Ourselves
Today
There
Is
A
D
E
E
P
E
R
Way.
Simon C.J. Falk 24 January 2018
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