In our quest for perfection,

We postpone.

In our attempt at excellence,

We procrastinate..


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Skirts and trousers along the street.

Let there be peace in the act of love.
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Groomed stallion with strap-in saddle.

Sure footed on paved path.

Rein in hand.

Shall I let her wander?

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Why they run, I do not know.
Neither can I begin to ponder.
Race to life, love or leisure.


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"Eyes, once full of hope and lofty dream, Now stare at passer-by,  all

rheumy eyed. Gait of the man that once was. Like a sign post, saying:

Here!, 'how I do not want to be when I am grown"
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To that first strand of Grey....

That pointer to agedness.
Bridge between cradle and grave.
Fine line between ode and dirge.
It is wisdom. It is senility.
Subtle reminder to how on earth, we are briefly gorgeous.
That first strand of grey.

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