Peace of Aging

Fight aging? No, I don’t believe I will.
I don’t quite understand this “over the hill,”
But in these sixty-odd years I have learned
Some useful things as I’ve watched this world turn.
I once believed if I got enough done
From sun to sun, I would have thereby won,
That being way too busy, taking, giving
Meant I was good enough to keep on living.
I know now that it’s I who choose to be
A beast of burden or a spirit free
To sing, to love or to dig in the soil-
or even to refrain in peace from toil.
So here’s my Christmas gift to who may read
These lines: a good life springs from quiet’s seed.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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