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Chewing the fat

It’s such a waste when people who

Spend half their lives engrossed in chat

Perceive that they are having fun,

With pallid mates, all underdone,

Or hangers-on. They chew the fat

Until there’s no fat left to chew.

 

The world spins round

And time goes by

And then they die;

 

Once they are safely in the ground

We wonder what they could have done –

What they would have amounted to –

If they had made the time to try.

◄ Land of plenty

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 10th Mar 2021 16:51

Thanks to Clyde, Aviva and A Girl for the comments and also to Tom, Holden and Scattered Sun for the likes.

I try to mix up the style and rhyming scheme of my poems. Sometimes it works!

I suppose there is always a certain frustration with bright people who prefer talking to getting down to some action, although it's true that talking itself never hurt anyone.

A Girl

Tue 9th Mar 2021 17:34

Rooms full of people but we still feel lonely.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Tue 9th Mar 2021 17:27

And yet, what a peaceful place if all people ever wished to do and all people ever wanted to enjoy was to talk.

I especially love the fascinating rhyming scheme in this.

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clyde McCulley

Tue 9th Mar 2021 17:22

Good question for some to mull over. I like it.

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