Shadows Of The Idle Hands Poem by bonifacio alba

Shadows of Idle Hands

While others rise with morning light,
Chasing dreams with eager stride,
I linger in the comfort's shade,
Where effort sleeps and hopes subside.

Their laughter rings with tasks well done,
Each step a mark, each goal in sight;
Yet here I stand, with restless heart,
A witness to their climbing height.

I see their triumphs blaze ahead,
And feel a sting I cannot name—
A mix of doubt and quiet fear,
Of being lost in my own game.

The mirror shows what I've delayed,
A thousand plans still tucked away;
But envy will not plant the seeds—
Only my hands can till the clay.

So let me turn from gloom and spite,
And sow my path beneath the sun;
For life rewards the one who moves,
Not just the one who watches run.

Reflection:
Laziness can quietly steal time and potential, leaving us restless when others move forward. The discomfort we feel at their success is not a curse—it's a mirror, showing us what we could be if we chose to act. Instead of letting comparison breed resentment, we can use it as fuel. Every small step, no matter how late we begin, is a victory against inertia. Our journey is not measured by how fast we start, but by our willingness to move.

Bible Verse:
'The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing, while the soul of the diligent is richly supplied.' — Proverbs 13: 4 (ESV)