(With thanks to Artie Butler and Phyllis Molinary)
When did my life become a marathon
endurance contest;
when did stubborn existence become a goal?
when did stubborn existence become a goal?
How does one get anything done when
in constant slow-mo;
worse yet… running backwards and in place?
worse yet… running backwards and in place?
Wasn't it supposed to get better with age;
less clawing and struggling to remain one’s self?
less clawing and struggling to remain one’s self?
Wasn't the promise of age one of freedom and calm;
being, living, doing, enjoying, and not just subsisting?
being, living, doing, enjoying, and not just subsisting?
How do we make living more than just
being present during our own span;
to actually participate in our minutes, hours, and days?
What does one have to do to outwit entropy;
when do we get to do, to be, to live?
to actually participate in our minutes, hours, and days?
What does one have to do to outwit entropy;
when do we get to do, to be, to live?
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 29 October 2015
© 29 October 2015
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