Our Time

We are not meticulous in
our timing.  Punctuality no 
longer orders our lives.  Still
orderly, the progression of the
events that comprise the activities
of our days, but time is an element
of the imagination we feel free
to interpret on impulse, as we
spontaneously respond to our
inner needs.  Responsible
to ourselves, at a lifetime cycle
of the elder years, we have 
become, if not without care,
then perhaps careless of
time's tyranny.  It may remind
us occasionally that it has
picked up pace, threaten to race
along leaving us stranded
but we are content with the
knowledge that time is endless
and where that portion is of
what we have lived, there is yet
more to come, and we sigh,
pleasure surging through us both
for here we are, together.