Not So Fast
Do days become shorter?
The older we get
The hours fly by
Like a high-flying jet
we move slower
As slow as a snail
Our energy's lower
so why is it how
The days go past
So fast
Perhaps it's because
We are deep in thought,
And forget to do
The things we ought
As our minds
Leave responsibilities behind
As we dream of a world
Of a different kind
Time stands still
Or so it seems
While we mull over
Hopes and dreams
Of our future
And our past
Time is our enemy
Our clock is ticking, fast
Another day has gone,
We look around
What have we done
We have visited many places,
See old relatives smiling faces
Sung and danced in fields of corn
Experienced the joys of our newborn
Love and loss, laughter and tears
Giving support to each other through the years
Strained relationships and grief
Lasting friendships others brief
Passion and compassion seen
Like stories on a movie screen
We have to take the good and the bad
And feel happy and sometimes sad
Doesn't every day go fast,
When we view it through a looking glass.
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