Hurried

I hurry my life.
Seldom feel peace.

Why?
What good comes from speed?
– From having the list completed?
From saying, “I did this, and that?”

I do not know.

I know that a life unsavored
is a wasted life.

But I cannot seem to stop.

hurry

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One thought on “Hurried

  1. Reimo, I loved this poem. Such good food for thought… especially that line about having the list completed! I read a quote last week from Ernest Hemingway that I’ve been thinking about lately kind of along the same lines: “It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” Thanks for posting this!
    Steph

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