Sweet October Saturday

As I rest from my labors
I notice that my neighbors
Are some of the quietest people I know

On this silent Saturday
I write poetry and say
That the way I choose to live my life is slow

Just like this
With the kiss
Of these October breezes

I am free
And will be
Of stress-induced diseases

Others can keep their fast lane and the strife
Of chasing what cannot be caught
Mine is a useful if a quiet life
Which can neither be sold nor bought

+Steven Curtis Lance



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