They're reading all the daily news,
intense and quite devout.
But me, I've read enough of that.
It's time to look about!

What's happening in Washington,
I dwell upon, not much.
It won't effect me like the sun;
which warms me with its touch.

The battles due to politics,
I frankly do not care.
The weather conflict interests me;
it's sun against cold air!

For, both I feel as both compete
to dominate the day;
like good and evil jousting,
they both strive to have their way.

For, both are here and side by side
they travel, frequently.
We sometimes can avoid them but
is that how life should be?

Involving all our energies
in paper filled with ink,
instead of what's around us,
what we feel or what we think...

...some tables there are children
(with their mothers, I surmise).
Those spots are filled with movement,
there is action in their eyes!

These young folks are expressive;
all these sights, to them, are new!
Their faces, lit with wonder,
at each place they chance to view.

This irony brings me intrigue!
This awe which they embrace;
contrast it with the looks of those
with papers in their face.

I wish to, not, be critical!
My words, that way, aren't meant.
But it's not hard to speculate...
which group seems more content.