Couldn't you be doing
something worthwhile
Be not a mortal without pride
What are your priorities
I ask the beggar at the way side
He looks mockingly
at my insolence
Don't you guess what it is
Gazing in depth into my eyes
Without a further snide
Ashamed I turn away
From a moment of haughty pride
As I think of a harder life
The priorities now would seem a mockery
Even as others push with a vain chide
What should my priorities be
A simple thought I arrive
yes to take a moment at a time
To respect and be kind
Just a few rules to abide
Written for Friday Writings #158
