Listening to every heart
Living daily in a world of time
Losing sight of what should be mine,
Keeping track of minute minutes by the score
Seemingly all involved forevermore.
And here in the autumn of my days
Reflection of life comes in many ways;
For some, a pool of water to so reflect,
For some, a mirror, and their own hallowed respect.
For me, I would be a Procrastination Queen
When harking back upon my dreams,
For my childhood’s spring went much too fast,
And young adult’s summer has shadows cast.
So I will be the Procrastination Queen
In my autumn years, that I may be serene
And spend my time enjoying my leisure
For I’ve spent years in founding my treasure.
Not that I do not ever want to see
A winter’s day becoming to me
But that autumn’s life should be prolonged
For it’s then that we are most strong.
For this is the time for which we’ve strived
It should be good to acknowledge our lives,
To be so glad of what we’ve been graced,
Our face whose history is traced with lace.
So I will be my own Procrastination’s Queen
And put off for today what does not seem
To be of import to someone else’s plan
But instead, take my life in my own hands.
24 November, 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow