The Hustle

The shove came to push and little ones spill through the door
Like a loud chorus of water flowing with enthusiasm
Spring in their feet they move like busy bees
Room of silence broken like shattered glass
Oh how the days of the young is full of freedom, and full of life
No worries of tomorrow since tomorrow worries itself
Now is the day of moving energy
Waste today and tomorrow gain a more
Their lady of law and order hushes the sounds
The noise stumbles to the floor as silence rises
She speaks and they move to their entrance
Hustle and shove they leave the room
The space is somehow different than before
The smell of youthful energy still lingers in the air
Slowly it leaves the presence of the stressed out ones
The hustle changed us all for an instant in time
We felt again what we use to feel
Missing what is gone and yearning what to come
Everyday our hustle is forgotten more