No need for haste.

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No need for haste.

 

As I walked out one August day.

I very slowly made my way.

I’m getting old I can’t walk fast.

The way I used to in the past.

I still enjoy my daily stroll.

The peace and quiet soothes my soul.

I never know what I might see

As I wander happily.

My stroll oft leads me to the stream.

I light my pipe and sit and dream.

Of other places I have been

and all the things I’ve done and seen.

When I was full of energy.

But old age has caught up with me.

 

Tuesday, 28 August 2012.