Pause

I do not much like waiting. No, not much.

I'd rather run around the block twice--thrice--

(Getting all sweaty, limping, forced to clutch

My aching side) than sit in a nice

And shady bus stop. Let me act and do:

Don't make me pause, no matter if it matters;

The time it takes to catch up and review 

May be important, but leaves me in tatters.

I do not operate in mindful sloth

But run, run, run, so much that I've been mocked

For running when all others would be loath

And for forever going off half-cocked.

I've done the thinking, well before I moved

Now let me go, and let that thought be proved.