Lazy

Lazy lazy everywhere
That makes you dazy
And with no care;
You go about your hazy
Thoughts because you are lazy
You have no doubt.
Most say this is
No way of being
But you know what
I'm only seeing
In my mind's eye
If I can work
Things through because I
Never want to misconstrue.
But is this no way
Of really living,
To think of forgiving
And only giving.
I urge you my
Not so lazy friends
To tell me why
So lazy I became.