In No Hurry

I used to run everywhere, to see how far and how fast

Now I'm in no hurry to watch the years speed past

My eyesight dims, my hearing fades

A short walk is all I can endure

It's the slow things now I cherish, not the fast but the pure

Seeing the sun pull free of the horizon and watching it set again at night.

The sound of a frog in Springtime, or the song of a bird in flight.

I don’t care for the applauds of many or strive to reach a goal

The appreciation of a few is plenty and peace within my soul.