I do not have as much drive as I once did.
A little work is enough for me. After that, Something begins to shut down Because the soul has asserted itself, And it claims more Of the bits and pieces of my time That I once paid for a seat On the Rocket Ship of Life. In short, my one-way ticket to the stars Has been exchanged for a seat In the slow boat that drifts Down the lazy lagoon, Because that is all I can handle Which makes me poor at life for now And rich in other lifely light. And that is right for me, So right, And I am grateful. But know this, That there are unseen treasures In the depths of the slow. There are pearls In the lagoon. So don’t be surprised When I rise with gold glistening.
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