|Near Schulenberg - © GR Cannon|
At each of life’s new stages — new starts.
each one complex, each stage requires new skills.
As I approach the last new stage, old age, I balk,
retreat into denial too. I know
I can maintain my former pace, construct
new work, make music too; breeze through my chores.
Each time I don’t succeed, I feel depressed.
I get that ache that came with low test grades.
So I believe I must approach this change
in a new way. I must accept this late start.
If walking slow, then I must note surprise
events or things I would have missed before.
I’ll learn new walks, appreciate degrees
of taste, the essence of the wind’s bouquets.
I want to savor what rich time is left
enjoy the zest, each drop of this quick life.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved
#NaPoWriMo Day 1 - April 1, 2014