An Easy Pace

I am a man who does not like rushing; I like to take life at an easy pace. Friends joke about it saying a snail just overtook you. I take no notice and just laugh it off. If the world wants to go at a faster pace that is all right with me. I’ll just take my time and always get there in the end. I always think that if you rush about you miss out on so much. You see drivers on the motorway racing along doing a ton and I often wonder are they out to commit suicide. I just drive along at sixty and that is comfortable for me. The only thing I seem to be quick at is when it comes to writing poetry. With them, I dash them off at an incredible rate. Where most will write one a day I can dash sometimes up to ten. I have even been known to do more than that occasionally, but everything else in life I take at an easy pace. 12 May 2008