Idle I

Idle I

Sometimes, I feel that life’s barely begun,

And yet, as I sit idly pondering;

Considering things that I haven’t done,

And the precious time that I’m squandering;

In my mind’s eye, Charlotte Bronte I see,

Marilyn Monroe, William Shakespeare,

Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Elvis Presley;

None of whom reached old age; some nowhere near.

George Orwell died when he was forty six;

Forty birthdays were all John Lennon knew;

Only twenty seven; Jimi Hendrix;

Keith Moon and Brian Epstein; a mere thirty two.

Older than them all; with much to achieve,

I procrastinate, as I live and breathe.