The Business Of Living Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

The Business Of Living

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Depending on how you look at things
we’re all dying a little each day.
It’s always been so
but youth pays it no mind.
Forty starts to care,
Fifty becomes scared,
but now that I’m in my sixties,
it doesn’t really shake me much;
death is just a fact of life.

Life IS a lot more precious to me
realizing my ticket is for a
limited ride.
I don’t think any of us faces our
limitations till we actually do get old.

I’m social security age this year,
a good time for acceptance;
some new things on my plate.
Old tired tunes and I need to part ways.
The old recordings like my mother’s voice telling me
‘you’re not worth a damn if you don’t
work and accomplish something every day”
are ghosts that never really go away.
But it IS time for me to finally say,
“Hush now mom,
I AM still accomplishing,
I AM still quite busy....
I'm about the business of living.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rani Turton 12 July 2008

A truthful say that cannot be ignored. Thanks.

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