Time Flies
Time Flies
(whether you’re having fun or not)
By: Miracle Man
11-11-2019
Each day as I witness the sun come up,
I’m reminded of time’s muted counting.
While time is making no audible sound,
Earthly years continue their mounting.*
Age wasn’t introduced by a calling card,
I awoke to its lurking outside my door.
Counted days, had changed my thinking,
At eighty I ponder, are there many more?
*Psalms 90:10
The days of our years [are] threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength [they be] fourscore years, yet [is] their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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