Silently, sitting in place.

Keeping the minds grace.

Seeing my original face.

Feeling blissful, inner space.

Walking at a snail’s pace.

Smelling lilac tree’s taking breaks.

Leaving out the rat’s race

No longer a need for haste.

Wondering, if I’ll ever date.

Eating, out of fancy plates.

Aging, am I displaced?

Surely, many will, embraced.

Just in case.

Must get in shape.

For, the one that possibly waits.

Will take her to the lake.

And feed her some cake.

We may make mistakes.

But still continue to relate.

Sometime even hesitate.

In, summer evening, by the lake.