Not Enough Time

Last January, winter lost it's chill By May the summer's sun had turned me brown I watch the leaves late August, change at will Time's speeding up or am I slowing down? It brings to mind, a boy, which I once knew While young, he put a dream up on a shelf It sat there many years. Oh, how time flew. While he got sidetracked searching for himself And then one day while sitting in a swing His body tired, each passing year a mile With autumn closing in, he thought of spring And how time turned his dream into a smile How quickly through the glass our trickling sand One day a boy, the next, a tired old man. by Daniel Turner