Freedom - a poem

Time relentless and unyielding
Ceaselessly aging all in it's way
Fate steadfast patiently waiting
For all things to come into play
Cards dealt to you are remaining
So call, raise or just walk away

Life in the Slow Lane.

  I am now old enough to appreciate life in the slow lane
  Bumper sticker for my car
" I'm old and driving to my grave so I'm in no hurry"