Today I love
getting old
So much undone
that I will never do...
The bucket list
has a hole in it
The bucket leaks...
I am not able-
can't afford-
And beginning to see
the difference between-
ideas
and
reality-
Ideas are
much trouble...
Reality-
takes care
of itself
As in
the garden
Where butterflies fly
and robins-
hop -among the
mint-
-I still pull
the occasional
weed-
And water
some-
But overall,
it does
what
it wants
And it's
better
That
way
The bucket
belongs
In that sort of
garden
-Useful
even with
a hole
in it-
No more lists-
if lists
can be avoided
As long as we include
God-
And put her
at the top
of the list
Well--
that is
the trick
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