This really ain't wasted time.

I wonder. If there’s a way to measure.  Wasted time. Probably, most of my time is wasted. Spent dilly-dallying. Doing little more than marking time. Going through the unconscious motions of living. But then again, maybe so-called ‘wasted time’ isn’t wasted. If I were diligent. About not wasting a moment. I’d go crazy.  Or die from exhaustion. It’s good. For me.  To get involved. In trivial and nonsensical stuff. Which others may deem wasted time. Time that could be spent in better, more productive pursuits. Anyway. At the moment. I’m wasting time. Writing about wasting time. But hey, I’m thinking. A clever thought. And writing about it. In such a manner. That I can declare. This really ain’t wasted time. --Jim Broede