I met peace once on an afternoon stroll
"Walking too slowly" - my eyes said with a roll
And with peace was contentment, who said I looked old
The gray hairs on my head, were a sign he'd been told
So I paused for a bit, to give a piece of my mind
And happiness caught up - she'd been lagging behind
"I would love to chat, but I have no time"
I said in a rush, before in she could chime
And off I went, well on my way
Lest not another bugger, ruin my day
I was here to loose weight, not to chat or to play
And those three looked fit, they would lead me astray
So I picked up my pace, till my muscles did burn
But all that I got, was a cramp in return
And as I sat panting, anger asked me why
worry came to cry, and shame made me lie
While peace, contentment, and happiness...
Slowly passed on by.