Ivor Hogg

No Need For Haste

As I walked out one August day.
I very slowly made my way.
I'm getting old I can't walk fast.
The way I used to in the past.
I still enjoy my daily stroll.
The peace and quiet soothes my soul.
I never know what I might see
As I wander happily.
My stroll oft leads me to the stream.
I light my pipe and sit and dream.
Of other places I have been
and all the things I've done and seen.
When I was full of energy.
But old age has caught up with me.



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