Living life vicariously,
And in the memories of times past.
Hearing the rails of others at their over-activity,
While struggling with how long my days last.
I would often pontificate,
Avowing “being” over “doing”.
Now, I see how those two are never easy to separate.
I am found in my undertaking.
Being from many parts is cut;
Life has formed mine in its procession.
What am I looking for? Not praise, power, or glory, but,
For that being to find expression.
[Martyn Cooper, December 2016]