A Trip Through Time Poem by Tasha Young

Time flies shadows pass I swear it never lasts
From baby to adult at the blink of an eye
We wish it would never go so fast
It's insane on all of the simple little things that slip past
A mess up happens wishing that we can take it back
Never the less a option or opportunity presented is it true or just a test
Faith, hope, and security of the past, present, and future in a looking glass
Shed a light on a path designed just for you through the time glance
Rather it be tough or soft on a patch of grass you fall in as you spin
Warped through time in the present it seems that half the stuff in the past are coming back in style
Try to keep up don't trip over your own two feet skip through a entire week
Varieties of people pass by faces blurred together as if were a water colored painting
A long traveled road ahead a trip through time like a well planed path