They call me a workless guy
What they mean is worthless
Envious they're and that's why
Don't like my leisurely pace!
I ain't the one to run the race
Make do with my small needs
I hate to wear a worried face
Bear a mind where darkness breeds!
I don't wanna run a race
Where the end ever recedes
Hate to be for the time pressed
Yet finding needs increased!
I give a damn taking it too hard
Love to run my time as own
Penning a poem feeding a bird
Watering dreams homegrown!
The sort of life described by you is the best way to feel contented with limited needs and dreams all within our reach! Some people never ever relax in life and run a rat race for hoarding money and other possessions, never contented with what they have! Finally without having time to enjoy, they leave the world! Very meaningful write!
Life lived in different perspective.......very nicely penned
Making a character in a different kind of human being in the poem and in that sense it is beautiful and I likes it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You march to your own drummer - nothing wrong with that. Great poem!