The world speeds up, while I slow down.
It sickens the way the pace quickens,
But I’m taking more time to look around.
The day never ends on those that jet-set.
The heart pounds from never ending daytime sounds,
But from my backyard, I’m enjoying the sunset.
Do not go gentle into that goodnight?
Why not? Stay here to watch the place rot?
Not me; I’m not putting up a fight.
June 2009
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