hop, skip, jump

Who can stand the patient man
When the crowd rushes past?
He takes his time moving on
Though the current runs fast
In all the hustle which he avoids
You can notice a sense of need
While on that man whose patience holds
There’s to much air to breath
No signs of stress reflected
In that casual gliding step
While every other person seems
To be running out of pep
So what is the method
Employed by such a man?
It is nothing but a subtle case of
“I don’t give a damn!”