Turning a new leaf
He is serious now, they mutter
Ten years too late, some think.
But time is relative, said Einstein,
and at least now it did sink
into him, better late than never
that running so beats standing still
even if it takes considerable will
to silence that voice in his head
that would always make him blink
when the moment to pivot was near;
but no more regrets, he has decided,
so he runs to make up for time
lost in his wait for the whatever.