"Advancing through my middle age"

These Snorting Snouts

I tend to walk hesitantly
Tentative on uncertain feet
Hoping the cars will wait for me
When I attempt to cross the street
On existential pilgrimage

They just as soon would run me down
Were it not for legal reasons
Round the roundabout here in town
As I to be or not to be
Advancing through my middle age
Step gingerly through the seasons

So I attempt to smile and greet
Them as they pause reluctantly
These snorting snouts of cars I meet
Accepting they will wait for me
As my act of faith in their grace

Therefore I thank the ones which wait
While dodging like a matador
Those which make plain they feel it late
To contemplate in time of war
They do not care to hesitate
With one who seems less than their more

I hope someday that more might see
Life as a journey than a race
Till then these snorting snouts and I
One at a time and warily
Negotiate the day I die

+Steven Curtis Lance



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