He see's the world going by him
But he doesn't seem to care
He passes the time of day
Sitting by the window playing solitaire
He watches people hurry by
Each with their own special cares
He always laughs as he watches them
For he can see they are going no where
Everyone seems to be in a hurry
Living life faster then they should
But he knows they'll never slow it down
He knows they wouldn't, even if they could
So he just passes the time of day
Playing cards and watching people rush
He knows that deep inside of them
They have all lost the human touch
You see he knows they are so consumed
By their jobs they are owned
They always rush to get things done
They've forgotten what it's like to be at home
But he knows that come tomorrow
They'll pick up where they left off today
They'll hurry and they'll scurry
As they rush their life's away
12-4-09/RjH
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