Days Drift By

Days drift by with seeming haste,
Time to fill or time to waste.
Minutes spent can’t be replaced;
They aren’t worth regretting.

Memories are often based
On moments that our minds have traced
To joys or sorrows interlaced
With reasons for forgetting.

Thus, as seconds tick, we’re faced
With weeks appearing closer-spaced
For age makes time seem faster-paced,
Technology abetting.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Rigoler Avatar
May 6, 2019 at 9:22 AM
The older we get the faster time moves for us. This is a psychological truth and one we probably do not want to acknowledge. / M
Wolf Avatar
May 5, 2019 at 12:42 PM
Time's a tricky thing...An endless wonder ('till it ends). :) gw
Cunningham Avatar
May 3, 2019 at 2:03 AM
When you get to a certain age time seems to go into warp drive.
Allison Avatar
May 2, 2019 at 5:55 PM
As i get older I think the days seem to fly by Ilene I can't believe its already May and soon we will be thinking of holidays and all the memories we will garner from being away:-) hugs jan xx
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