My grip
Loosens as the
Clock
Quickens
When I was a kid on my
Grandfather's farm
The summers seem to last
Forever
Five minutes in a cold shower seems
Longer
Then a lengthy lunch with friends
And now time accelerates
I'm starting my ninth decade
And it seems like just a few years ago
I was discharged from the Navy
Hanging around barrooms
Wondering what to do next
All my great plans and projects
"Someday" "later" "tomorrow's "
"When I have more time"
Are slipping away into the
Forever over
All is well
Day 29,304 1,27,2020
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