You know those days, where quiet reigns
Of muted joys and lessened strains
Your feet nor mind cross many paths
There are no tears, nor belly laughs
Just everything seems in its place
I treasure days of scaled-down pace
A gift when we are free of toil
For many strain in endless moil
I must remember to be humble
As miles away, the world has crumbled
I'm truly fortunate, I know
For chance and luck protects me so
And thankful I may dwell in peace
Such privilege, my life of ease
Granted such entitlement
Is wasted when it’s wildly spent
A half a century has taught
Me that like fish in net is caught
There are as many swimming free
So best to live judiciously
With thoughtfulness and gratitude
Keep purpose and intentions good
For there’s no telling I may yet
Be heedless fish next caught in net…
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