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Indolence
As I sit and wait for another go,
To get onto that worldly widening web,
I realise my time does not show,
Flow of product glistening, but instead,
An ebb of practical sorted things,
Like dinner at six in the evening,
And the getting of prime lean cut mince,
A paying bills before found imminent,
Or overdue as calls repeated need,
To connect where the watershed now stands,
And carries shore to shore and high mountain,
But now I find its freedom feigns no greed,
For what has become the user of man’s free time,
Is also found to myself to be my only line.
©R.H.Elliott 2005
