Time and Tide Waited Not
Tempest fugit and all of that,
The blink of an eye, and life is gone;
Little things to do cause the days to pass;
Future is meditation, work is done.
The last learning curve to be at peace,
Making room for what once were diversions,
Reading, writing, TV, and pleasing food.
Accepting, accepting, each new pain
With God's Grace.
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