Tony Quarrington

No more the need to force the pace

While others a back seat will take,

But bide my time and choose my theme

And there my contribution make.

No more to crow of what I’ve done

In lieu of praise from others’ cries,

But show humility and calm

For that is where contentment lies.

No more to crave the company

Of those whose sly promises I scorn

But reciprocate their silence

And their absence no longer mourn.

Find a comfortable corner

Of a welcoming coffee house,

To while away wild winter days

And those elusive words to rouse.

I know too well the time will come

When from the world I’ll no more hide,

To speak again and play my part

But for now I am satisfied

Being quiet.