Some Odd Piper's Fife

Many people simply miss the better part of life;
Rushing, greatly hurry, scurry, trying to beat time's sands,
Pushing past so rudely, crudely, wishing for more hands.
"Stop!", I scream, "Can you dream? What is all this strife?"
You blindly follow, mentally hollow, some odd piper's fife!
Emotions stretched, faces etched, just like rubber bands,
There's beauty all around you but you never pause to stand.
A shame you'll never see it until death comes like a knife.

I pray, some day, may pass your way, a gentle time for you,
A babbling brook, breakfast nook, a place for you to pause;
A soul shaking, memory making, brightly golden moment,
So that you begin to see the wonders and the awes;
Splendors so delightful that you wish them never through.
And never, ever, wonder where your precious time so went.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2006 Rodney Alan Crater