Leisure; Then And Now Poem by james watkin

Leisure; Then And Now



Still; soundless. Thus heart-composed.
Its old world creed breathed in.
Parloured, for quilt's lone stitching.
Porched, lone pipe-rocked gazer.


More fit, this day, to name it
Leisure, as Time demands
On group work ethic, expands.
Harder runs; rides harder.

Saturday, January 22, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: being free,relaxed
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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