BUSY WITH STUFF

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Old man (run down),

Strolls up and down the lane

Walks his dog in the afternoon,

doesn’t really mind the rain

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Got time to himself,

No hurry, no pressure,

Whistles out to the old stray,

Tastes the wind for leisure

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Why these folks are so

busy with stuff

That he knows don’t matter?

Curse yourself for the time you spend running around

– in the hereafter, no

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Sees himself as a young man,

Boiling with ambition

Now he’s contented,

As he is in remission

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Caressing the sheep dog,

Shrugging in amazement

Enjoys the evening as he

Proceeds across the pavement

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Turns up his collar and

Takes a vow:

I’d be taking my time

If I were a young man now