We should all take the time to watch the grains
Of dust as it swirls in the morning light.
The weight of responsibility’s pains
Are the ones that we must battle and fight,
But they don’t mean a thing against the beam
Throwing a spotlight on the dancing specs,
Losing its inhibitions to the dream,
Living a schedule that has such flex.
They wait about for the closing of night
Before they jump up to perform their show.
You have to look closely to see the sight
Of their gently played ballet done in slow.
It is a choice they are willing to make,
So we may learn that ours is a mistake.
John Collings 