deedeewisdom

The years have flown
My youth assumed
Would last and last
And have no end

Now my white hairs recognize
That patience is the gift
The gift I never asked for once
The gift I needed most

Minute by minute
Tic toc tic
As I look back
Much more makes me regret

But wallow in those errors?
No!
For every human has their woe

4/18/22
Diane Findlen Garrow