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.