Too hot to walk outside today;
too muggy sometimes not to sweat;
too cloudy to walk without hitting rain;
too buggy I fear to attempt in woods.
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Too frightening to try in crowded streets;
too lonely to walk too far alone;
too tricky to walk 6 feet away;
too familiar to have anywhere new to go.
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Too tired sometimes to want to go;
too lethargic often to leave the couch;
but too busy on good days to have much time;
with too little planning for the needed pause.
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Too many options closed for too long;
too many days turning into the next;
too many old ways fading into memory;
and too much uncertainty about what will come back.
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But never too grateful for all that is left,
for food, for home, for family, and friends,
for occupations, hobbies, books, and dreams,
and sweet working legs and eyes.Â
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Gratitude overflowing, while the daily count of the fallen becomes
too many, too many, and too many more.
Diane Redleaf
Oak Park






