Being Idle Poem by Audrey Heller

When you're idle, your thoughts start
to stray, taking you back to yesterday.
How strange it seems, from out of the
blue, the places your memory, will take
you to. Things that were forgotten, are
now, quite vivid you find. Stirring up
emotions, once again, in your mind.
The mind is but a storage place, where
we file away, all we do not want, or need.
If we fail to keep occupied, then we pay
the price, indeed. Which brings me to
the theory, it's in your best interest
keeping yourself busy. It doesn't matter,
what the cost. If you practice this on a
daily basis, then you'll never, ever, feel
lost!