7/5/24
A man was caught while killing time
Little did he see the crime
In what he often chose to do
While wasting life, just passing through
His fingertips, with little care
For what great missions he could bear
He’d chosen idleness in ways
That turned to rubbish all is days
Carpe Diem! He then heard
A foreign yet intriguing word
Up he went to give a try
To days well spent, both far and nigh
How new he felt! His heart could pound
When hearing any needful sound
For now he knew his role to play
When dullness longed to burst to day
Pilgrim Poet 