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Racing to keep up
falling behind too,
living by the clock
is all I seem to do.
I need to let go;
invest in things
that really matter.
Write a new poem,
telephone chatter,
do a little shopping;
buy a garden hat,
do a little this
then do a little that.
Plant a lovely garden
and see how it grows,
let the flowers
tell me
all I need to know.
There is more to life
than watching a clock;
governed
by every little tick
and every tock.
A life fully lived,
each and every day;
is in all those precious moments
the clock....
lets slip away
Carolyn Brunelle
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