In The Endless Doing Nothing Poem by Shalom Freedman

In the endless doing nothing
I read here and there
I jump around
I get up and exercise
I try to go back to something serious
I wonder why I have so much time
And why I can do so little in it
I wonder how for most of my life
I never had time enough
And always was dreaming of another work to do
In the endless doing nothing
I wonder how it is I have become
Too old to even think properly
But must instead wonder what to do next
In the endless doing nothing
I do nothing
And am nothing
And do not know what to do-