Trudging down the path
The beat path I knew well
A path my shoes had smoothed over
And the lack of friction was proper hell
It seems days of walking
Had exposed something buried
And the something buried caught my eye
As along the walk I scurried
Ooh, shiny! said my brain
Let’s stop and take a look
So stop I did before the sand
And another look I took
Nothing particularly interesting
Just probably photo-worthy
For whatever it was, that faux flash
It seemed just quite earthy
But I’m on a well-worn path!
And schedule I must not betray!
Oh, can I stop and smell the rose?
Should I go or should I stay?
As, of course, Smart Alec will say
There’s nothing here to smell;
It’s a bloody sun-reflection
As a closer look will tell!
Well, tell that to my distracted soul
That’s stopped to take a snap
And just as the shutter closed once
Time sneaked up on me and gave me a smack
Heavens, where did my time go!?
The shiny thing is gone!
“Of course, you silly thing,
It only shines when the sun’s on.”
And now it’s 10:30,
And I trudge along home,
The day’s gone, but it’s too early for bed:
Just some more time to waste alone.