A Rattling Rhyme

In a blink of an eye a whole year can pass by- and the older I get, makes for sadder regret. Each new calendar page makes me think of my age- for so quickly each flies as I say my goodbyes. Winter turns into spring great to hear the birds sing. In haste, summer days call- then convert into fall. Why is that, I oft ask? I'm retired and should bask in my time stretching out with a slower phaseout! But, that isn't the case! Seems like life is a race- at once, start of each year ends with holiday cheer. Then, before me once more- with another encore- next year starts once again! Still- I'm thankful- AMEN! March 14, 2020 Meter Used: ta ta YA ta ta YA