You sit there and you watch it go.
When young , It seemed to move too slow.
A lot of it was spent on play.
The darkness came and took the day.
To lay at night and watch the stars.
And hear the sound of distant cars.
A kiss from mom. A hug from dad.
To close my eyes , It made me sad.
I'm older now . I understand.
You can't win this race. It's out of hand.
No holding back, No slowing down.
It just speeds up by leaps and bounds.
You can't see it. As it passes by.
I don't care how hard you try.
It catches up. It's always there.
Right on your heels .Theres none to share.
These hands you watch are never stopping.
Seconds , minutes ,Hours dropping.
You can lose it .You can find it.
You can never get enough of it.
all because of time.
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then it's gone
Good job Howard
This reminds me of the song by Dylan - "It's Not Dark Yet, But It's Gettin' There."
If you don't know it, you might like it....
i really like this. I feel this, especially these days due to circumstance -
you hit home with this one.
love, xanthe.