When I was just a little child,
time barely seemed to crawl.
The days passed by so tediously
with scarce a change at all.
Days still crept as I grew older
though slowly changes came.
But in my adolescent years,
most things still stayed the same.
Time speeded up, as I look back
across the many years,
Now, it appears there's so much change,
it brings me close to tears.
So many things which I once did,
I can no longer do.
When they happened for the last time,
I seldom ever knew.
Places which were favorite haunts,
no longer look the same.
The passing years erased the trail
along the way I came.
Acquaintances, once familiar,
are nowhere to be found.
Back then I took for granted that
they'd always be around,
I love to read good books, because
each seems just like a friend,
but unlike life, at chapter's end,
you can begin again.
Life needs to sound a warning bell
when chapters start to close.
the ending can come abruptly
before a person knows.
"You can't go back", folks often say
"You should forget the past."
But it might help if we could know
this time will be our last.
There is seldom any closure;
no fanfare, nor goodbyes.
Change sneaks upon us silently
and takes us by surprise.
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