'Tis an awakening of sorts . . .
Over and over, I ask myself,
"Who am I going to be when
I grow up?" As I near 70, the
obvious is that I'm grownup
already! Still, I don't seem to
see much indication of this.
Everyday, I face new battles,
new challenges, new ideals.
I act on them when possible,
but on some level here, inertia
seems to be king of the road.
Once again, I'm taken with the
reality of bits and pieces. A day
at a time, that rare sacred
moment to be honored. I pray
I can rise to the occasion before
Lady Death comes for me.
thinking about things
my mind mulling them over
conclusions ahoy
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