Some people tell me
they’re so busy
they are in a tizzy.


I’m not one of those
for I dispose of hours
with little sense of frenzy.


Old age has told me
to take it easy
and rest often.


I’m not ready for the coffin
but before I am
I’ll do the best I can
to slow life’s pace for me
and expand my gratitude
for the life and love I’ve known
between my wasness and my is.


Of course, I do not always do this.
I’m only human after all

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