Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

The Drone - Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

I might have been a worker, but I'm nothing but a drone.
I tell my idle stories in a philosophic tone.
In a fuzzy, spiny mantle of remoteness softly furled
I lie and watch with half-shut eyes the stupefying world.

And they bustle and they rustle with their self-consuming din.
And eager feet go hurrying out and tired feet come in.
Like Bottom, when they hear a sound they all must rush to see.
They're always running after life. I let it come to me.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

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