Old Poetry

I was rummaging around on one of my old web servers today and I found an interesting poem that I wrote. I remember writing it for some kind of scholarship (that I didn't win). I read back through it and still think it's pretty good. Let me know what you think. The title is "Amazing, isn't it?"

It's amazing how productive laziness can be.
Just sitting around,
     carelessly
     no interruptions,
relazing the moments away

Your mind is capable of so much more
than the expected
     tedium
     and pointlessness
of the everyday.

It's amazing how productive laziness can be to a child;
     playthings,
     imaginary friends,
a five year old's self-education.

It doesn't take money to satisfy a child,
just an imagination.
     Singing
     or pretending
to be doing whatever it is you really want to.

It's amazing how productive laziness can be
to a student
     "studying" ...
     or procrastinating,
resting now as to work with more ease later.

The simplest assingment can take forever
to complete well.
     Research
     and forethought;
lack of progress precedes greatness sometimes, too.

It's amazing how productive laziness can be.
Take Professor Einstein's
     contemplations
     and thought-experiments -
the silence before the storms.

Some of the greatest things in the world came from him,
a C-student:
     computers
     digital television.
What would the world be like without those?

It's amazing how productive laziness can be
sitting here with you
     arguing
     after dinner.
Because now, dear, it's too dark to mow the lawn.