Slow the Pace

Slow the pace.

After all, it isn’t a race.

Not even with yourself–

to try to “improve”.

When the new model cars

come out,

they don’t say, “Oh, we

did it wrong–back to

the drawing board.

The fender is in the wrong

place.”

No, loping along, we get

somewhere–our destination,

even!

Putt, putt.  Some are

race cars.  What are you?

A putt putt or a race car?

For me, I’m in a hurry,

and there’s no race.

Slow the pace.

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