The Passage of Time

The passage of time is slow and quick, fast and sure, a joy and a struggle, a tear and a smile marked by sunrises and sunsets. Weeks and months quickly pass to years and in the breaths between the movie of our life flashes before us in fast forward stills. Rewinds and fast forwards of happiness and laughter of sadness, weeping, tears and loss, of passion, sex and love and lust and all its sorrows, hesitations and regrets. The passing of time is here then gone without replay, pause or rewind lost to shaded repeats and recovered memory. If only I knew then what I know now but for the passage of time I may have lived a little differently.