I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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24 April 2015

From the Slow Lane

Well, now that I'm on my last legs,
heading down the road,
I want to stretch the journey out
as long as I jolly well can.

So never mind your fast legs,
I'll take it nice and slow.
I'll stroll the lanes and gaze about —
don't let it be said, 'She ran'.

 The road could go for miles yet;
mustn't run out of puff.
I'll take a little rest or two.
What's the point of hurrying on?

 Race past with sneering smiles, pet,
ambitious, quick and tough.
I'll come in second to you, that's true,
but I won't be so quickly gone.

 'Last legs' is our prompt for April 24, in 'Poems in April' at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. Now that's a bit close to home for an old girl like me! However....
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11 comments:

  1. Jim24 April 2015 at 11:42

    Maybe not all the marbles, Rosemary, but "I won't be so quickly gone."
    I like the tone, it reads good aloud. Perhaps a bit Scottish or Irish?
    ..

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade24 April 2015 at 12:13

      I'd just been reading some lyrics by a Scottish folk singer; perhaps something rubbed off.

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  2. Outlawyer24 April 2015 at 12:06

    A lovely poem, and meaningful to me too. Thnaks. K.

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  3. Ella24 April 2015 at 12:55

    I love the tone of your poem and the lift of doing it your way!

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  4. Sumana Roy24 April 2015 at 13:40

    "I'll take it nice and slow." this speaks of wisdom :)

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  5. Susan24 April 2015 at 22:54

    Excellent, in a slow pace. I like the 4th line rhyme. If I'm lucky, I'll match your pace!

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  6. Other Mary25 April 2015 at 00:37

    Very well done. And I'm with you, a nice, slow stroll talking our time.

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  7. Hannah25 April 2015 at 01:56

    There's too much beauty to miss if we hurry. I like this Rosemary. :)

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  8. Sherry Blue Sky25 April 2015 at 02:55

    I love your take - going slower is actually a relief - time to enjoy the scenery, one of the best things about our time of life.I loved this, Rosemary!

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  9. Sanaa Rizvi25 April 2015 at 10:23

    Sometimes as life moves on in the fast lane... we forget to stop for a second and appreciate the beautiful scenery around us... and all the things that matter..!
    Loved your poem..! :D
    xoxo

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  10. Susie Clevenger25 April 2015 at 12:49

    I am done with fast. I shall take it slow with you.

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