Idle Hands

Idle hands do not an idle mind make,

For sitting in silence much effort does it take.

With unflappable thought the body grows more tired,

It is no easy feat to control synaptic fire.

When treated as sloth brain-work is mistaken,

Laziness it’s not, your logic is misshapen.

Without the strain of thought no greatness would exist,

No literature, no art, no inventions could persist.

So lest contemplation be treated as a waste,

You’re best to just say thank you with a smile on your face.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

These Dreams I Still Have

These dreams I still have

Remnants of a misspent youth

Still push me onward

Unlike many of our young

Lost and wandering

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Have we been failures

Left to fend for themselves

Both parents labor

This unavoidable plague

With our children as victims

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Our culture has changed

Families expendable

Futures uncertain

Their dreams are left in tatters

If they ever had any

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These dreams I still have

Are for our children’s futures

Prosperous and full

As mine was when I was young

Not something left in the past

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~