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Here is my poem using the word hasten:
To hasten this day
With worries of tomorrow
Robs today of joy
Time is fleeting and precious
Live here and now with delight
The picture below is a container on my balcony.
So far I haven’t seen any hummingbirds.
Last year they visited every day.
I am hopeful that they will soon show up for a drink.
I haven’t been around to visit y’all much the last week or so. I have been taking a bit of a break from the computer. Now that I am retired I have not been very disciplined in the area of time management. When I am on the computer I totally lose track of time.
There are things that need to be done that just don’t get done. There are things I want to do that I don’t seem to have time for. All because I get on the computer and get lost in cyberspace. This is not a good thing. There is more to life than computers.
I will keep writing because I like writing and it keeps me grounded. I will also visit you but may not comment other than to hit the like button. Once I get control of my computer habit I will comment if only to say hello. Until then I am setting a timer and when it dings I log out.
“Whether it’s the best of times or the worst of times,
It’s the only time we’ve got.”
What do you think or feel about time?
Today is the only time we really have of life. A good attitude is most important. Without a good attitude, the good times are not quite so good and the worst times are worse. So, we might as well take the good or bad with a good attitude.
When I was a child I was sort of old.
I was very serious and quiet most of the time.
I spent a lot of time thinking.
I was pretty happy where I was.
When I was a teen I was still sort of old.
I was very serious and quiet and afraid of making mistakes.
Being afraid of making mistakes didn’t prevent them but made them seem worse.
I desperately wanted to be older.
As a young woman, I was still quiet but not as serious.
I was kind of wild and rebellious, in a quiet way, but definitely undisciplined.
I had a lot of fun!
Not always in my best interest but still, fun for the most part.
I wanted to be a young woman forever!
In middle age, I got serious again, very very serious.
That was not good.
A little seriousness is good but
when it gets in the way of having a life it’s bad news.
Now I am old in years, not elderly just old(er).
That was the best thing I ever did!
Being old is freeing.
I am semi-serious and seriously serious when it’s needed.
I am happier than I ever have been.
I like myself.
Not sure why it took me so long to get here but
the lessons along the way taught me to live
in the now, not yesterday or tomorrow but today.
In the not too distant future, I will be elderly.
Who knows what that will be like?
All I know is that it will be what it will be.
I am hoping to be an old woman who is wise.
Oh, and I hope to be funny and not too cranky.
The way I see it age isn’t all that important it’s just a number.
Be yourself whatever the number of years you are.