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.
We measure out our time in days,
We measure things so many ways.
We measure distance out in miles,
We measure happiness with smiles.
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.
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.