After my previous post on the merits of idleness (which was meant seriously, not tongue in cheek, just in case anyone was in doubt), it seemed a good idea to re-post this poem that I put up three years ago.
And, of course, by simply re-cycling an old post, I get more leisure time. I think that’s a result.
Measurements
We measure out our time in days,
We measure things so many ways.
We measure distance out in miles,
We measure happiness with smiles.
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Some think the dollar and the dime
Should be the measure of their time.
The passage of each single hour,
Is marked by exercise of power.
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I think our time is short enough,
Without recourse to such sad stuff.
I’ll measure my remaining years,
With laughter, books, light rain and beers.
Wonderful!
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Thank you!
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Cheers, Mick!
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That’s the idea, Robert!
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Enjoy your leisure, Mick.
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Thanks, Pam. That is The Plan.
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I’ll join you in a beer, cheers!
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Perfect. Cheers!
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