Intro: this is in response to the comments made on my "It's St Val's Day".
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What is at fault with you and me
and most of our society
is that our life does hurry past
just far too fast: but why must we?
It is a world of pace and haste,
With short-cut terms like Ďcut and pasteí
It is a world of cut and thrust,
one not given to care and trust.
Itís a world of cash and profit:
I donít have to be part of it!
The world goes on, it has no time:
I donít have to; the choice is mine.
Around me, yes, the speed donít cease;
within me yet, I may find peace.
If I take time to stand and stare
I may just here learn how to care.
Donít let this world into itís mould
squeeze you until you loose your hold
on things that are of lasting worth;
for love and life are things of earth.