A Reflection of Passing Time

A REFLECTION OF PASSING TIME At age 15, Afternoons could last a week, Especially if nothing could be found to do, Or if trying to endure a lecture at school. At age 45, Tomorrow would arrive as this afternoon just began. Feigning illness, it seemed, was the only way to be excused for an hour from one’s long list of To-do’s; with that All greatly complicated by Christmas seeming to appear twice every year. At age 70, the truth Is that when I ask if today is finally the Tuesday we have plans to go out? The answer will come that today is, in fact, Wednesday And that that Tuesday actually passed me by last week, leaving me to wonder, Where had I been then? Was I to be really sure of where I was in this Now? Hmmm… ———————————————————————————————————————————— (c) sally young eslinger 1/24/23 5:00 a.m., Thanks be to God…