Who can be bored when there are rainy days to treasure, windy days to cherish and sunshine to capture in a bottle?
Who can be bored when there are complaisant armchairs to sit in, yellowed pages of ancient books to read, caramel coffee to sip, time to procrastinate and lazy afternoons to relish?
Who can be bored when are ideas to learn, philosophy to grasp, mathematics to unearth, literature to digest, music to paint with and nature's secrets to unfold?
Who can be bored when there is pain to be felt, mortality to confront, consequences to face, chances to be taken, dignity to be thrown away, love to be lost and gravity to be defied?
Who can be bored when there is the softest hour to be sought for, the loneliest street to be walked upon, the loudest silence to be heard, the last breath to inhale, life to be questioned and humanity to be defined?
Well, who can be bored?