Life's Cycle 111 Maturity Poem by Adrian Flett

Demands from all sides
require our care our attention.
Though the world's at our feet
tasks never seem complete.

Busy now much to do
Many matters need attending to
seems this will never end
yet there's no need for speed

in this abundance of time bestowed.
All seems possible now in maturity
as we match, have the capacity
to equal each task in this infinite life.

We don't know or realise we're bound
to relax in the procrastination lounge;
that it has beckoned us already
its calming sense absorbing and steady.

Confidence in our ability
to cope with every eventuality
makes all pressures, tensions assuage
in the ripeness of this mature stage.