What's the Hurry?

As I hurry through my life
I ask myself this question:
what is all this hurrying
doing to my digestion?

There were hands along the way
I badly wish I’d shaken,
not to mention long weekends
I really should have taken.

Feelings I ignored were those
a wise man would have felt.
And what of all the pretty flowers
I should have stopped and smelt?

I’ll not wallow in regret,
that’s just another trap.
Instead I’ll live more sensibly:
I’m going to take a nap.