Live Stream: The Idler By Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson
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An idle lingerer on the wayside’s road,He gathers up his work and yawns away;A little longer, ere the tiresome loadShall be reduced to ashes or to clay.No matter if the world has marched along,And scorned his slowness as it quickly passed;No matter, if amid the busy throng,He greets some face, infantile at the last.His mission? Well, there is but one,And if it is a mission he knows it, nay,To be a happy idler, to lounge and sun,And dreaming, pass his long-drawn days away.So dreams he on, his happy life to passContent, without ambitions painful sighs,Until the sands run down into the glass;He smiles – content – unmoved and dies.And yet, with all the pity that you feelFor this poor mothling of that flame, the world;Are you the better for your desperate deal,When you, like him, into infinitude are hurled?
Posted by The Reader on Tuesday, June 16, 2020