At Times

At times, we look at an empty space
waiting for memories to kick in.
We are bored with our surroundings
and have nothing much to do,
just twiddle our thumbs
while waiting for our brains
to get back into gear.
I like it more
when there are so many things to do
that you just don’t know
which way to turn.
Boredom is all right
when you are on holidays,
somewhere just soaking up the sun.
However, on normal days
you feel you must do something,
the problem is what.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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