Fast Lanes Poem by Babatunde Aremu
Fast Lanes
It is a season of quick match
No more slow match
We are now on fast lanes
No more marathon race
It is time for fast tracks
Everywhere is shortcut
Shortcuts to the tops
Only few wants to wait
Majority are for fast foods
No one wants to burn their fingers
Many wants bread on the table
We all love it by flights or elevators
Ladder climbing is archaic
Riding gradually is time wasting
We all desire it quick, quick
It is now or never
We are in era of neck breaking speed
The slow lanes are emptied
But the fast lanes are now crowded
We are in era of neck breaking speed The slow lanes are emptied But the fast lanes are now crowded ah a beautiful line to read and think thank you brither Aremu 10
The last line surprise in so logical reason! got a good track to adopt this! _Soul
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4/26/2024 1:19:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
HURRY UP and write another poem. i've heard of breakneck speed, but i do like era of neck breaking speed. i almost broke my neck today trying to prolong a glance at a woman driving by as i was WALKING (can you believe it!) down the street. of course i am retired so i am in no hurry. thanks for sharing. :)