Fast And Too Quick Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Fast and too quick this life we lived is.
With a rushing through it to slow down...
When one gets older.
To become more sensitive,
To those things overlooked did when kids.

Who would think that sharing recipes,
Would become for some their main interest?
Or when the morning dawn approached,
Some older folks...
Could be seen picking weeds from gardens.

Who would think that sharing ailments received,
Would become the main focus of conversations?
Or the making of searching through posted obituaries,
Became for a few their daily routine.
With a hope that a doing a familiar name is not seen.

Fast and too quick this life we lived is.
With a rushing through it to slow down...
When one gets older.
To become more sensitive,
To those things overlooked did when kids.