I do not take a walk today

I do not run a mile

I sit and ponder unsung songs

And twiddle thumbs a while

And as my mind will wander thus

My eyes unopened stay

I listen to the unbreathed air

And while away the day

The undone things I do not do

Will there remain no doubt

I do not do them just because

My thoughts must run about

Once I did so many things

I lost my point of view

And now I watch my inner brain

And whistle as I stew

Some folks may think me dull and blind

Some folks may scream and glare

But I ignore them yes I do

Because I do not care

I let untaken walks pile up

My list of tasks grows long

But when I drain my undrunk cup

I’m filled with unsung songs

© Diane E. Dockum

April 22, 2014