Gail Grierson

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Stepping Up The Pace - Poem by Gail Grierson

If I’m anxious, what’s the harm
Of stepping up the pace;
Days go faster, speeding by,
Like being in a race.

Life is moving faster now,
A simple fact, ‘tis true;
I need to organize my time,
Many things I need to do.

Driving up hills, coasting down,
Little difference it makes;
Speeding up or standing still,
Or slamming on the brakes.

My life’s just moving faster now,
So much to rearrange;
It won’t be easy, but it’s true,
I need some things to change.

When time permits, I’ll take a walk,
And choose not to drive my car;
If time’s well spent and I’m not rushed,
It’s the better choice by far.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, January 24, 2011


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