Many Moons Ago

This time and in this season, Many moons ago I remember having those ambitions, To possess and impress. With a wealth of good health, And youthfulness. This time and in this season, Many moons ago The pace of life seemed a bit slower. And those with beliefs of it being, Never too late to pursue dreams Procrastinated with excuses made. Dreams, Whether done day ot night Have their way of accepting a delay, Of an appearance to have them touched. When carrying a basketfull of priorities To put them off as temporary necessities, Time will give to see them produced. This time and in this moment, As I reflect with an aging process I have learned to respect A hesitatiing to put off that which I wish to do. But not to do them, Seems to me to be a bit foolish. Since there is nothing I will sit in waiting, For an approval to be made. Or an acceptance to be given. I've earned that right, In the seeking to please the life I live. I have earned that right, To like or dislike what I choose. This time and in this moment, My wishes as they are Have given me a gratefulness, To feel blessed and thankful For a basicness that brings to me the most joy. That many moons ago I did not know!