When I was in my prime, I used to ask
myself each morning what I had to do –
what couldn’t be delayed? Which timely task
required my attention, and when through,
just how would I reward accomplishment?
What treat would I enjoy when I was done?
I tried with sweet indulgences, but went
for extra time, on couch or in the sun.

And now I’m old that concept I renew;
there is no benefit surpassing time.
I’m blessed when I leave early to pursue
an errand, a commute, a perfect rhyme.
I’m taking longer getting where I need.
I’m substituting mindfulness for speed.