time moves a little slower here
and that's alright by me
ain't no rush as far as i can see
everythin' that really matters
is worth takin' time to savor
the warmth of the afternoon sun
a good game of checkers with a chum
the laughter of children havin' fun
don't make no sense to hurry it none
no sir
i'm takin' my time here on earth
lettin' the days drift slowly by
the rest of the world is in a big rush
keepin' up with the joneses and such
hurryin' to get further in debt
but not me no sir my plate's plenty full
gotta nap to take then some
checker's to play and
i don't wanna be late
~ poem "Don't Wanna Be Late" by Michael Traveler, author of Postcards from the Backroads
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