Life in the Slow Lane

Everyone is in a hurry, beep! beep!

And I have molasses in my shoes

Others turning mightily on a dime

While I’m still searching for clues


Yesterday I knew you quite well

Today you are vaguely recognizable

A familiar life turned inside out

Standing before me indescribable


Problems go under the microscope

For me to see every possible avenue

Meticulous study and reasoning

Will sidestep a stumble or miscue


The emotional wreckage of the impatient

Crashes strewn across the windshield

Shiny objects hypnotize the heart

Then left standing alone at mid-field


Smoking the tires I’ll leave to racers

Who will trade judgement for haste

Slow might not set the new record

Savoring each grain, no sand to waste

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