Author: Barbara Goodhew
As a kid told to hurry up.
So we learned to scurry.
When we get older we are told to slow down.
Years of being told to hurry.
We finally learn to hurry.
And then we are told to not be in a hurry.
In other words go at their pace.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Capricorn (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, April 13 2004, 12:09 am|
A lesson to be learned here, Barb.Going at your own pace is by far the best. Good read!
|barb (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, April 13 2004, 02:19 am|
the only reason I was hurrying was because they were 2 miles ahead of me geeze.:))
|Tammy (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, April 20 2004, 03:37 am|
That's all I do in life is Hurry, never able to slow down, and breath...Good Poem on slowing down
|barb (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, April 20 2004, 09:51 pm|
slow down tammy.I didn't,and now I have to. Should of slowed down before.
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