The Years
If I could count the years
they remind me
how easily they catch us
unawares
of the passage time.
Yesterday a teenager
then a young adult
and suddenly
midlife
slipping quickly.
Today
a senior citizen
retiring
yet still
looking back at the time passed.
Who counts the years
wondering of tomorrow
how soon
they are gone
and we are left only to look back.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2021
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