Thoughts In Time And Out Of Season Poem by DM W

As I drive slowly past the school,
I hear children's laughter floating,
Upon gentle summer breezes.
Then I pass the cemetery gates:
Where death's shadows seem to beckon me
For the briefest moment in time.
O the traffic is so manic,
As I drive further into town.
Will this mad rat race never cease?
I would like to contemplate more,
But these days speed by so quickly.
Everyone seems disengaged.
Everyone's busy doing nothing!
Even birdsong here is haunting.
The seagull's cries are deafening.
The bill boards display their daily
Illusions of happiness.
I wish I were in the countryside;
Marvelling at fields & flowers.
But I guess that's a mere pipe dream,
Now I'm chained to work and daily tasks.
O life is eternal recurrence.