We had a great birthday week-end. Thanks for your kind wishes. Many of you are like me, scratching your head and asking, “where have the years gone?” This poem says it better than I can…
Time Enough
The tally of years
added up so rapidly
it appeared I had
been short-changed,
tricked by sleight
of hand, fallen victim
to false bookkeeping.
Yet when I checked
my records, each
and every year had
been accounted for,
down to the last day,
and could be audited
against old diary entries
(client briefings,
dental check-ups,
parent-teacher meetings,
wedding anniversaries),
verified with credit
card statements
(multi-trip insurance,
antibiotics, concert bookings,
mobile top-ups).
And, although
nagging doubts
remained—an
inkling that I had
been ripped off
in some way,
given short shrift,
made to live at an
accelerated pace,
rushed through
my routines with
unseemly haste—
nothing could be proved,
no hard and fast
statistics adduced.
I had, it seems,
unknown to me,
been living my
life to the full.
“Time Enough” by Dennis O’Driscoll, from Dear Life. © Copper Canyon Press. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
Onward to Spring..it’s only 24 days away!!
Wonderful poem!
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Thanks, Nancy! Say, we should get together sometime.
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