Time

I contemplate pictures of my children as babes And realize from time there is no escape. Days become weeks Weeks become years The clock never stops turning its gears. Time goes by and I slow down To think and remember and look around. I pay more attention I hear so much more I savor each moment as it passes before. My eyes see the past in the present today And my children have grown in such a wonderful way. My hope and desire My one wish would be That someday as they contemplate pictures of me They too would recognize the passage of time Has no end in sight No pause Just a crime of stealing away The moments by day Weeks, months, and years Until at the end Time stops for me And all that will be left Are memories and tears. So bask in the moment And appreciate each day. Time will pass faster Than you can wish it away.