Time of Our Lives
Time is either friend or foe;
Sometimes he seems to pass too slow.
To a child, impatience reigns;
We've come to call it growing pains.
Can't wait for happy holidays
and birthday parties but, time betrays
the innocent and trusting young
who believe that spring cannot be sprung.
"There's always time to get things done",
says the young man of twenty-one.
There's years ahead and life to live
so time is only relative.
Over thirty and going strong?
The nights are short but the days are long.
Fatigue is only in your head.
You can sleep when you are dead.
The years began to fly on by.
Looking back you can't deny
that time, somewhere, picked up the pace
and life became an all out race.
Now you're near the finish line;
No hurry to last days define.
Time will leave you wanting more
but, when he runs out, he slams the door!
March 1, 2018
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