You son of a bitch, Death.
(Sometimes it does feel like society is designed to have us continue moving at our top speed. We are guilted for relaxing unless we are of a certain age or tax bracket. We ignore that a lifetime of rushing ahead causes damage. Well, here’s a poem about that.)
We move too fast
In everything we do
Planning every minute
To ensure all gets done
As if death is at our door
You see it on the road
People weaving into harm
As if the reaper
Is racing up behind
When he is waiting up ahead
We do it to our children
Pushing all they do
As if doom has them on the list
Planning to take them
Unless they speak at two
All our actions center
On what tomorrow holds
And how to get there fast
Skipping over days like leaves
Crushed beneath a funeral march
The quicker that we move
The faster we reach our maker
Who may ask us to our face
Why we never slowed our pace
And listened to the wind
Legends of Windemere 
Very powerful and poignant. I feel sorry for students these days being pushed so hard. No wonder so many feel anxious.
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Yeah. Anxiety and depression are a major issue. Yet, many chalk it up to teenager hormones. So, very little is done.
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People are way to anxious to write off today in favor of tomorrow. It is like squandering time.
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True. I’ve noticed many push others to do the same.
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I’ve seen that as well.
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So much truth here.
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Thanks. 😊
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This is marvelous. May I share a link to it?
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Sure. Thanks. 😁
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