progress at a snails pace
but the tortoise always wins
the sun is low in my life's day
but until it sets, I'm in
I shall not fear the darkening skies
nor the limits of the light
for from in the dusk, as I look ahead
the future is always bright
I don't see the restricted time
I don't watch the draining sand
nor do I look to what has been
my life is in my hands
for each second that passes is a moment of chance,
an opportunity and a gift
and each breath I breathe with pure intent
for someone's spirit to lift
joy comes from giving, a life lived for others
proverbs of purpose and desire
and as I meander towards the setting sun
I know is not yet the time to retire.
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