Now nearly into my mid-60's, I'm still embarrassed to do everything slower than everyone else. Maybe I was just born into the wrong culture, a culture that celebrates being fast. Capitalism survives on doing every job the fastest you can, Time is money!
But maybe that could get us in trouble sometime. Seems that most fast food isn't good for us. And making fast decisions often come back to haunt us.
So today, I'm celebrating my slowness, and asking all slow people to join with me in standing up for the benefits of being slow.
My poem explains it all!
Slow as Mo....
Moses that is!
I'm as slow as Mo
So slow do I go!
Slow to awake,
Slow to bake
The cake.
For all my life
I've tried to hurry,
To run in a flurry.
But slow I go
As I sweep the floor
Or mop the porch.
Ah ha! a light shines
For all to see.
Slow food has come
To the dining room.
And slow lovin'
Is said to show more
Desire, carressin'
Before the big blow.
Slow marches
For love not hate.
Poetry read slowly
No matter how long it takes.
School kids are told
To walk slowly down the hall.
Trees that grow slowly
Get stronger as they get tall.
If we're going to be gone all day
Use the slow cooker, they say.
If you want better pickles or jams
Be sure to do it the "slow" way!
If you want to save gas, drive slow
Seeing the scenery as you go.
Want good theatre, catch the slow mo.
Want to get close, make the music slow.
So why do I feel so badly
That perhaps I go slow?
Maybe it's capitalism
Making money the faster I go.
So tough, you all....
I'm about to retire!
I'll take off slowly
Savoring the delight
All the slow way home!