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.