BernardYoung

By BernardYoung

Man In A Hurry

Not me. I dawdle.
I'm slow.
I'm likely to be last in line
and never first to know.


You wouldn't catch me jogging.
Or rather, you'd
easily catch me jogging.
In a chase I'm screwed.


Really, I rarely hurry.
I wander into town.
I saunter round Tesco.
Only in the car do I put my foot down.


Maybe I'm too relaxed?
My feet don't pound the beat.
Though I was quick to snap this chap
as he sped off down the street.


Man Out Of Time

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