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Busy with stuff
BUSY WITH STUFF
Old man (run down),
Strolls up and down the lane
Walks his dog in the afternoon,
doesn’t really mind the rain
Got time to himself,
No hurry, no pressure,
Whistles out to the old stray,
Tastes the wind for leisure
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
Sees himself as a young man,
Boiling with ambition
Now he’s contented,
As he is in remission
Caressing the sheep dog,
Shrugging in amazement
Enjoys the evening as he
Proceeds across the pavement
Turns up his collar and
Takes a vow:
I’d be taking my time
If I were a young man now
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