We cannot choose what we pass on
We can hope and
We can try
But we have no control
Will I pass on the best of me?
Or the worst?
A bit of both probably.
I hope I pass on
A mind tuned to noticing.
I try to model
To explain why I think it’s important
But it feels like swimming against the tide
In this age of
Quick trick
Instant everything
To show how to slow.
I’m no shining example all the time
Goodness knows
But I do try.
Maybe that alone is a large enough goal
To pass on the desire
To try.
