Slow Down By B P Blanks
The world would be a far better place
If we lived at a slower pace
Instead of this frenzied fast lane race.
No time to welcome a friendly face.
We must get here, we must follow there,
To top of the ladder, anywhere.
Brief wave to neighbour, no time to spare,
To look in a face, see quiet dispair.
World turns on its axis, run or walk -
Slow down, look around, make space to talk
To a lonely soul as you stroll in the park,
Bring a smile to a face, a light in the dark.
