Hurry,Hurry
Overnight the woodland mushrooms grow,
High up the acorn oak flourishes,slow;
The school of life,awards no degree,
Each day,we all, an examinee.
Delays are not always denials,
More often , wayside trials;
Best not to compromise or abstain
Merely to make short-term gains.
Hurry takes a very long time,
As we make our daily climb;
Take life slow,from inside out-
To ensure we reach life's check-out,
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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