I live my life on a road
somewhere among stop
and smell the roses,
live this day like it’s your last,
or be active and get shit done.
Torn a little between bitchin’
‘bout being old and its baggage
and happy as hell to be so well.
Lucky is what they say, privileged
to be no worse, like dead ya’ know.
I used to say — live fast, love hard,
and die young. Like the Meat Loaf song,
two out of three ain’t bad, and besides,
I’m still having fun wonderin’
and wanderin’ up-n-down this ol’ road.
It’s time for some wildflowers
and maybe tomorrow I will
stop and look them over, and live that day
like it’s my last, dance like y’all ain’t lookin’
maybe I’ll even find a way
to get some shit done.
©Bill Reynolds 6/4/2019
Live, love, and look both ways. Find and mind all the gaps. Live well.
Who said “the trick is to die young as late as possible”? Seize the day Bill, but don’t forget the dentures.
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The days been seizing me, Jim. Thanks for the reminder.
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Great poem! A good reminder to Carpe Diem😊
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Thanks, Elizabeth.
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