Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Poetry Thursday 88 - Stages

 Life is so busy, travelling at such a rate that we get sucked in to the speed with the risk of missing out on the enjoyable bits. 



Stages


 

At first all is simple,

as simple as an adolescent pimple,

a drive to succeed and live life at pace,

to prove one worthy as a member of the race.

 



Then less certainty and some serious hurdles,

tests to determine life’s significant boggles,

whether to take the left or right,

may determine how you sleep at night.

 



Then years on life’s production line,

sweetened by well-selected down time,

aiming for a lucrative final account,

towards enjoying the inevitable dismount.

 


At last when the bus is finally in park,

time is yours with which to savour and lark,

look to the success of nearest and dearest,

to assess the lessons learnt by those closest.

© David L Atkinson April 2025 


God Bless 



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