Who could have thought that life could be so good?

When I reached sixty, I felt I was complete

The  youthful drive to struggle and compete

Transformed to a mature adulthood,

But now I'm living in another world

Where every ceature beckons and demands

Attention, every sight and sound commands

That I explore, as nuances unfurl

In details which I missed in all the rush

To grasp the daily turmoil of a job

Which never satisfied and seemed to rob

My mind and grind my spirit into mush.

          No longer driven on an angry mill

          At last I'm free to choose what'ere I will.

Brian Hick September 2008

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