There was a time in my life, <br />when I could run forever; <br />when I could work all day, <br />at my perceived endeavor. <br /> <br />But that time has passed away, <br />I'm content that it's expired; <br />now I do the little things, <br />that my heart's inspired. <br /> <br />A walk, a hike, a ramble, <br />viewing scenes as they roll by; <br />watch clouds that chase the sun, <br />in that inverted dome, called sky. <br /> <br />Today, it was a roadrunner, <br />that scurried in my sight; <br />that stayed fifty yards ahead, <br />unconcerned about its plight. <br /> <br />He finally wandered off, <br />made his own trail in the grass; <br />now a fleeting image, <br />soon it too, will pass.<br /><br />David Lessard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-passages-2/
