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.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~