When your blood has thinned
When your blood has thinned and life runs slow
Through your arteries and your veins
And the winter comes and the winter stays
Far longer than it used it seems.
Values change and needs as well
What seemed important now so small
What seemed urgent now not at all
All is relative aged eighty-four.
It’s not defeat it’s just a truce
Of honor with the hand of time
What once was grasped and clasped and squeezed
Is no longer yours or mine.
Time to let go and enjoy more
What is less and what is small
For every atom is an empire
Every person is a Galaxy.
To consume less is to enjoy more
To focus on the here and now
To value the company of those present
And discard the ebb and flow.
No longer looking over garden walls
At what our neighbor grows
Just happy at the blooming rose
In our yellow window box.
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