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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When did it turn around? I wonder now when the exact moment was I stopped looking ahead? Some moment in time I looked back. Back, back and back and yet it is not far since that young girl thought swinging on a star would be her destiny. That first ten years of life stretched on and on. The second decade faster but not so fast as the next and faster still the next. Faster and faster now the years go by. What happened only yesterday was truly months ago and last months happening at least a year. The caveman had a life span of a mere twenty years, but he did not mark it off by minutes, hours and days. Without a clock perhaps he too could stretch it out like children do that first decade. We keep each minute marching on by keeping time. No laggard minutes here. There, that one’s gone and that one and now they’re speeding up and more like seconds than the honest minutes they should really be. I remember the little girl I was, counting the months and weeks to her birthday or to Christmas and wishing intervening days away, not realizing she was spending time she’d long to have back some day. I know I cannot turn back time but I can turn off time’s measuring devices and slow it down that way. If I should turn off those offending clocks and face the calendars to the walls. I would I suppose, miss some important doctor appointment or a family event. My daughter would scold and say. "I’ve told you Mom. You have to write it down Your memory is not what it used to be".
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