If Ever Myself


If ever myself I find in a state,
Anxiously wondering why things don't flow,
I say to myself, it's better to wait—
Why would I hurry, when I can go slow?

When the grass reaches my ankles, I mow.
What does it matter if I'm a bit late?
I hope that my patience also will grow
If ever myself I find in a state.

Sometimes I wonder, could it be my fate
To wrestle with time as if it's my foe?
Why else, I ask you, would I take the bait,
Anxiously wondering why things don't flow?

Now that I've learned how to shift into low,
Hills will not stop me, I'll reach heaven's gate.
Please let it be many years from now, though—
I say to myself, it's better to wait.

Heaven enough is on earth with my mate;
Happiness comes to me being her beau.
Having the fortune to be her one date,
Why would I hurry, when I can go slow?


©2016 Michael Fraley




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