Poetry by Jamie McKenzie

Late in life

Late in life
Some of us are still running
Still striving
Still creating
And full of passion
Chasing dreams
And great ideas
As if our lives
Depend upon it

We do not sit
On park benches
No longer useful
Merely reminiscing
And playing memories
Like cassette tapes
Just killing time
As life passes us by

There is too much to do
Too much to love
Too much to savor
With each passing minute
And day

© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved.

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