Debbie Middaugh Poet Rhyme

No Time To Run

Getting old, 
 It creeps up, it's here.
  It is fuzzy, warped,
And unclear.
.
  You cannot pinpoint
The exact time.
  From young to old,
When you cross that line.

  Things ache and throb
In the morning dew.
  Things you want, taunt
And tease you.

  I seem to be slower,
And wiser
  Seed out the loser, scammer
And the liar.

  Some things are not
Worth the energy.
  If you mingle you, 
Have the remedy.

  I'm less tolerant;
But have more empathy.
  Won't give up, have
No use for sympathy.

  I know that looks
Are secondary.
  Age shows you,
They are temporary.

   I can enjoy the
Younger generation.
  We can get along no
Expectations.

  You cruise along until
Your time is done.
  You walk now,
No time to run.

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