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My Current Pace A Poem
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My Current Pace A Poem From my current place, I have far to go. Some would even laugh As my pace is Ever so slow. If I were to race a snail. I am not sure who would win. I know I might be grossed So I might run forward Or backward. In one case I would be The winner as I was frightened By the snail's slithering And antennas. A turtle might be cuter To race as an opponent They so nonchalant As I like their peeking heads And stubby little legs. I might stop to admire Their leisurely ways. Who would be the winner? It might be a tie As I keep pace just to see Them cross the finish line. In other words The slower species And I can relate I am no cheetah I am not a gazelle Or greyhound. I am lucky if I don't stumble And become immobile. I am lucky if I stay In a forward motion. Yes I have far to go And with my current pace I might make it In the following decade. I am not talking 2020s But the one after that. That is if I am still living And with the threat Of global warming And degenerative diseases That might make The prospect dim. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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Self deprecation is a big part of my sense of humor. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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