Had we but world enough, and time.

by Michael Estabrook

Had we but world enough, and time.
          Andrew Marvell

Just like that, before I knew it,
40 years had gone, the children were grown,
and I was out on the back deck with my wife
watching the dry, brown leaves
fall silently to the ground.

Another crazy busy week makes me wonder
where all the time has gone
where all my plans and dreams have gone.
Too late now for new beginnings
those days are behind me.

At this autumnal stage of my life
I should accept finally who I am
and the way I am but I cannot because there
are so many improvements yet to be made.
I hope there’s still world enough and time.