When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
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The poet is not bound to pay heed to every call....he has his option.
A beautiful soliloquy throwing light on the behavioral pattern and care for friend and friendship.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, greatly written great 10+++++
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I really love your poem, sometimes it touch my heart .......
Time, priority, own interest are the essence that the poet selects as per his own wish and freedom. A great poem with philosophical implications.