Too Busy.... A poem from 2009

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Too Busy


Trying to call.
Hoping not to fall.
Trying to believe it all.



Finding a little time.
Is it a crime?
Busy, busy is it this rhyme?



Fearing to intrude.
Not wishing to be rude.
Closing the door, wasn't this crude?



Busy, I'm busy too.
Time to chat, is there no clue?
Busy, hearts in rue...



Tell me fast...
This we'll get past.
Your faith it is but a mask.



Tell me you care.
Show me if you dare.
Watch me as I drift through the air...



Leaping from a bridge so high.
Fate sealed, as my feet have touched the sky.
Teardrops never shed crushed before I die...



Dying a little every day,
Stopping now and then to pray.
Never knowing what to say.



Did you not know?
The stains upon the ground, are puddle's I owe?
Puddle's of tears, never shed, because I was too busy to go.



Too busy, too busy.
Can't you see.
It wasn't just you, it was me.



I wanted to do so much.
But life as you know is busy a bunch.
Words concealed, deeds left undone, time it is a crunch.



I'm too busy for you.
Too busy to stop, have you no clue?
Life it marches on, even as someone's soul drifts out along a sky of blue...



Life it is so busy,
Stress has taken it's toil can't you see?
Words, and needs, can't be met, because someone is too busy.



Too busy, too busy.
I'm too busy, your too busy...
And another passes into eternity.



Leaving behind a life tattered and torn.
Trying to believe, holding on to a faith that is worn.
Fearing to tell another, because of the coming scorn.



Looking into the mirror, a reflection.
A reflection, it is what I see, as my shadow walks on.
Blue skies above me, blue skies below me, now we're moving on...



The ground is all bloody and cold.
Death has taken it's hold.
Yet another child is dead we're told.



But we are too busy, too busy.
You and me,
We're too busy.



A child is dead.
This we know, this we have read.
Speeding up we must remain busy, never that path will we tread.



Not knowing what to say.
We walk away, proclaiming we'll pray.
Never seeing the clouds that have turned gray.



Sometimes life gets in the way. 
You say, I'll pray.
And prayers are said this day.



Grief it has gone away, this is what you believe.
Too busy to see, too busy to see...
Words can never be retrieved.



Harsh and cold.
You believe your duty has taken hold.
Forever believing the words you have been told.



Never hearing, never seeing, someone's slipping away.
Grief can be overwhelming when it comes to play.
Misplaced blame, can be what has the final say.



Knowing life is busy.
A grieving heart stands aside. Pretending, so your faith can see...
Pretending so another's faith does not fall into the debts of the sea.



Life is busy, life is busy.
Staying busy, it is the perfect way, can't you see?
Staying busy, it'll keep you free.



When your busy, you can't see.
Staying busy, it'll keep you free.
It's easy for you, staying busy it is you, it is me.



Stay so busy, that you can't see.
Stay so busy, work so you can be free...
Stay busy, so you can't know someone's already been set free.



Pretending everything is okay.
Knowing it's what someone wants you to say.
Remembering it is for others you must pray.



Staying strong so others have not so much pain.
What is there left to gain.
Someday's the hearts just needs the rain.



Life it is busy.
Life gets in the way, can't you see.
Complications, issues and strides, misunderstandings how can it be?



Life it is busy,
Getting in the way, of so many things, so we'll let it be.
Just remember who was no so busy as to die, for you and me.



We're so busy, we don't remember.
Instead we are often offended by words that someone has rendered.


Forgetting the things we strive for today, are lost in the final twirls.


Busy, busy,
So busy we can't see.
Forgetting the creator of the universe was not too busy.



Not too busy to hang upon a tree...
Dying, once for you and me.
Quick to be offended we run with glee.



Thinking ourselves to be more than the dust.
Laughing He must.
For even Jesus, was not too busy to visit us.



Life is busy,
Complications and trials often get in the way, and we can't see.
We forget sometimes, that one was not too busy to hang upon a tree.



Our lives are so busy, we never have time.
So busy we can't see those around us, not even in this rhyme..
Too busy, but it's no crime.



Time is short so we must run.
Run so fast for a battle that is already won.
Running back to the finish line, knowing we are but a vapor...