I have quite often looked back over the years, noting the high points, the sorrows and the regrets of my life. However, after reaching my 77th year earlier in November, and taking stock, feel I'm accepting life as it is now and and happily playing with varies AI models to entertain myself ( and do some work!)
The basis of the verse below is thanks to ChatGPT, but edited as I felt it needed.
“Slower Steps”
I used to run, I used to climb,
Feel the wind in the stretch of time.
The fleeting speed of younger years,
Gave way to calm, and fewer tears
And though the world keeps spinning fast,
I find my rhythm in the past.
The seasons turn, they always do,
But every moment feels brand new.
The years have lined my face with care,
They mark the stories I could share.
I see the world with gentler eyes,
Through every fall, I’ve learned to rise.
The echoes of laughter, the songs of youth,
They linger here, they speak their truth.
Though my hands may cramp, my heart’s still strong,
It keeps its rhythm, it hums its song.
My steps may falter, my path may wane,
But love and joy will still remain.
A chair by the window, a sky so wide,
Memories walking by my side.
So here I stand, or sit, or sway,
Grateful for each passing day
The pace has changed, but I am free,
To cherish all that’s come to me.
Trish Findlay
November 2024