07 Aug 2016 – Second Wind

Yes, my son, be thou my radar-bait on this fine morning,
roaring up from God-knows-where and passing without warning.
Troopers crouch in speed traps, they will catch you in an instant!
Life becomes capricious – largely at our own insistence.

I was old once, now I find I’m shedding leaves like decades.
These sharp winds blow us down Time’s trail – an endless cavalcade.
I don’t fear the pruning shears, one might as well shun breathing!
Push the pedal to the floor, there’s time enough for grieving!

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