LAZY POEMS

LAZY PEOPLE

Lazy is as lazy does,

Which is do nothing really,

Coz Lazy is as always does,

Make us do nothing freely.

Lazy people are no crazy people.

Lazy people are truly smart people.

Fast tricks, short fix type of people.

So Lazy has it's good and bad,

Are you lazy? Ask your Dad.



We have our lazy days,

We have our lazy ways.

Do you qualify the breed?

Bring your eyes to feed

On lazy poems, read.

Copyright Philo Yan September 10, 2012

Lazy Man's Song

I could have a job, but am too lazy to choose it;

I have got land, but am too lazy to farm it.

My house leaks; I am too lazy to mend it.

My clothes are torn; I am too lazy to darn them.

I have got wine, but I am too lazy to drink;

So it's just the same as if my cup were empty.

I have got a lute, but am too lazy to play;

So it's just the same as if it had no strings.

My family tells me there is no more steamed rice;

I want to cook, but am too lazy to grind.

My friends and relatives write me long letters;

I should like to read them, but they're such a bother to open.

I have always been told that Hsi Shu-yeh

Passed his whole life in absolute idleness.

But he played his lute and sometimes worked at his forge;

So even he was not so lazy as I. 

Po Chu-I

Lazy

Some men enjoy the constant strife

Of days with work and worry rife,

But that is not my dream of life:

I think such men are crazy.

For me, a life with worries few,

A job of nothing much to do,

Just pelf enough to see me through:

I fear that I am lazy.

On winter mornings cold and drear,

When six o'clock alarms I hear,

'Tis then I love to shift my ear,

And hug my downy pillows.

When in the shade it's ninety-three,

No job in town looks good to me,

I'd rather loaf down by the sea,

And watch the foaming billows.

Some people think the world's a school,

Where labor is the only rule;

But I'll not make myself a mule,

And don't you ever doubt it.

I know that work may have its use,

But still I feel that's no excuse

For turning it into abuse;

What do you think about it?

Let others fume and sweat and boil,

And scratch and dig for golden spoil,

And live the life of work and toil,

Their lives to labor giving.

But what is gold when life is sped,

And life is short, as has been said,

And we are such a long time dead,

I'll spend my life in living. 

James Weldon Johnson