Monday, May 19, 2008


In younger days I was a doer
Eager to notch accomplishments,
But now in age I’ve turned a viewer
Less interested in deeds than sense.

I stand back from the whirl of strife
And stress and soul-destroying struggle
To take a wider view of life,
Pulling a puppy up to snuggle.

I sit and ruminate and write
Reflecting on the ways of men
Still seeking deeper for insight
While chewing on my pensive pen.

Such is the joy of contemplation
Now superceding life’s vexation.