Idle Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Solemnly tinkering with idle thoughts today,
thinking to mend the future with the present.

A voracious appetite for learning anything
that comes in view causes problems, because
others think I should be doing something.

What good is talent if it cannot be developed,
what use is a mind if one cannot use it?

What use have we, as we're led astray to forage
in commonplace pastures of already known
knowledge?