Leisure, the merry reminder
of who we used to be.
A reminder often found dancing away,
gallivanting with the time we never have.
A merry reflection,
the remnants of our past selves…
who sought fulfillment,
rather than legacy,
who sought laughter,
rather than greed.
Leisure is escaping us now…
just a fleeting image in a shattered mirror.
NaPoWriMo day 26! Happy writing everybody! Cheers! -MC