I stand still
while movement is all round me.
I stand still at the margin of life
with so little time
and so much to do.
My list grows longer
My navel grows deeper
and so I “rest a minute”,
a living death—
I have another cough drop
- I need the stimulation
and go about my business.
“Do I contradict myself?
Very well then, I contradict myself”
Although I do not contain multitudes.

Fred Babbin

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-of-an-old-man/